[PeanutButterRum]

Welcome to Rise!
Rise is an adoptable based on Warrior Cats and focused around world building and character development.
Please make sure that you read the main thread so that you understand limits and levels!

This is a custom founder.

Please let me know your founder's name, age, and any adjectives you'd like in its description such as build, or distinct features. Also give me a link to your clan thread so you can be added to the archives. c:
If you do not post a thread and level up to level 1 within a month, your founder will be readopted.

Username: aello
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank: Leader

Gender: She-cat
Age:
Description: Seal lynx tortie point with green/blue eyes

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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[kidcandy]

here is my clan page!
her name is jaystar and she is 40 moons.

extra discriptions: a seal lynx tortie point with green/blue eyes. she's got a distictive scar over her left eye, however she is not blind in said eye. she has one dappled black ear (on the left) and a small splach of black spots on her nose. her coat is long and sleek, almost as soft as a newborns fur. she also has an average build and is somewhat shorter than most other cats. jaystar has small, nimble paws that can move at lightning speed.

[dimi.]

This user never hit level one, so this cat is going up for readoption!

This cat seems lost; whether it be physically or mentally, this is up to you.
Tell me how this cat is lost. You may also add how they eventually find their way.

You have up to 1,000 words to work with, and unlimited art pieces that tie to
the prompt, not just quantity headshots.

This will end February 22nd at 10 PM CST, and will be judged shortly after.

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[bsktcase]

Username: .:basketcase:.
Name: Elmbreeze
Gender: she-cat
Rank: warrior
Clan: link in signature

Prompt: 1000 max

[huskypawz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Name: Dawnfall
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: CreekClan

Prompt:
Dawnfall is usually a sad and secretive cat, keeping to herself, and it is mostly because she has lost her path forward in life. She doesn’t have goals, and she struggles to make friends. The long-haired she-cat attempts to show happiness, but everyone can see how it fails.
Dawnfall is this way because she didn’t have anyone there for her as a kit. Her parents always fought, and eventually her father left one day as her mother and Dawnfall were sleeping. Dawnfall’s mother became bitter and cast the young cat aside, having her learn everything she needed to know to survive on her own. Dawn’s siblings didn’t survive birth, so she was all alone.
One day, as Dawn was about the age of an older apprentice (11 moons), she came across a barn where her mother was meeting with a male cat who lived there. Mother became angry, as it was supposed to be a secret, but Dawn instantly attached to the barn cat’s son, Thomas.
The two were best friends, and while Dawn suffered when she was “home” with her mother, the two eventually moved into the barn with Thomas and his father, Wheat. Dawn was hurt when her mother had kits with Wheat, and she became separated and angry, not wanting to be in the barn around the kittens as they grew, as she saw how much happier the kits were to have two parents.
Thomas tried to help her, but Dawn didn’t want the help, and snapped on the tom many times over. Seeing how angry and cruel she was becoming, Dawn ran away from the barn, heading towards the mountains. There must be a new life for her past them, right?
Thomas happened to follow her, worried about Dawn’s safety and health, and the she-cat eventually caught onto this.
As Dawn was traveling, she went past a human road, and unfortunately this was where she lost Thomas. This was where she lost her only friend.
Devastated and broken hearted, she brought Thomas back to the barn where he was buried, and Mother was angry. She compared Dawn to a rat, saying she was broken and a waste. Wheat tried to calm Mother done, but all Mother did was get angrier and angrier, blaming Dawn for Thomas’ death. Dawn took the blows, because she blamed herself too.
Mother claimed Dawn was too dangerous to have in the barn near the kittens, so Dawn was forced to sleep outside in an abandoned rabbit burrow. Wheat came out to visit her, offering her his sympathy, but Dawn struggled to accept it. What was the point?
As the kittens grew older and ventured from the barn, they teased her and called her names, just as Mother did to her moons ago when Thomas died. Dawn knew what had happened, and struggled to hold her tongue, but she managed until one day when the kittens were attacked by a fox, as they wandered too far into the woods.
Mother instantly blamed Dawn even though there was proof it was a fox, and attacked Dawn. The she-cats tussled, Mother aggressive and tearing at anything she could reach, despite her age, and Dawn accepted it, not wanting to prove her mother right that she was a monster. Wheat eventually pulled Mother away, and Dawn, brokenhearted and bleeding, left the barn. She traveled through the forest, coming to a human town, where she finally collapsed, her wounds too much to bear.
She was picked up by a homan and rushed to a veterinarian, and then taken to a home. This house had another cat, named Sage. Dawn was too scared to get attached to Sage, not wanting to lose another cat closer to her, so she separated herself and lay in wait. One day, when the window was open just enough for her to squeeze through, she ran. She went for the mountains, like she originally planned before Thomas died. She got there, and travelled through the caves until she came out on the other side.
Dawn walked through the land, until she came across Ravencall and Harestar who were building the clan camp. They welcomed her into the clan, though Dawnfall still has trouble accepting her life and doesn’t really trust her clanmates too much. However, she made a choice to start over and give clanlife after having a subconscious moment with Thomas. It was like he was there, and it felt so real.
However, she doesn’t believe in ghosts, and thought it was a trick of the light and her being hopeful. She now resides in the clan, still settling down and scared.

[SurgeFire]

Username: SurgeFire
Name: Dustfoot
Gender: trans male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: AsterClan

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"and i've caught up to you." her eyes glinted maliciously, drawing her eyes closer to his defeated form. "you coward. you never deserved to make it this far. and now i have you, in my very own grasp."
"shut up." he muttered, drawing himself closer to the tree nearest him leveling himself on the trunk behind him. "and yes. i know your snappy responses. this is all i have. futile," he grunted, "because you never do."
"you know me all too well, my dear." she hissed, drawing closer. "it was your mistake to fight to destroy us. do you remember this? from my days as a kittypet? ‘find it all too fitting." she drew a heavy breath, and prepared her claws-- "from dust you came, and to dust you shall return!"

claw marks bore on the tree behind him; etched with blood down, until the very last one only contained a speck.

satisfied, she drew away; the triumphant glow in her eyes blazed through the enshrouding darkness.
it was a gaze that rivaled only the sun in intensity; he shivered, unsure if it was due to the surrounding coldness of death or to her sharp glare.

perhaps it was both.

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(this is a gif. if you missed it, refresh; on mobile just press+hold the image, refreshing does not work-- neither does going back then going forward. second gif is down below, with “and it was so.”)

a cold darkness shrouded his frame; he struggled, fighting the current of iciness; coldness was associated with death, but was he supposed to feel? if he no longer had a mortal body, why was it so... cold?
something wasn't right. and he knew it, terror enshrouding his spirit. why was he subject to this?

"this ancestor is neutral."

a cold, long forest stretched out before him; lost, he took one shaky step. satisfied the earth wasn't immediately going to swallow him (as all cats naturally feel... for one reason or another), he took another, calling out to whoever would be there, with a meek, "hello?"
and no response met his, and he shrank away.


the misty forest seemed like it could extend... forever, he presumed, and this was a terrifying prospect; what had he done to deserve this so? this cold, neglected regret?
no, he mustn't let his thoughts consume him; he padded forward, lost in his mind.

cold-- dark-- what is this hell? what is this cold, frozen hell of a place; the icicles of fear that had pierced his stomach had already frozen, stuck in place... stayed so long in this environment, he'd been accustomed to the ordeal. how long had it been-- a day? two days? many days? and yet no ounce of exhaustion crept in his bones; forced to move on in an unfamiliar land.

"and if only starclan could hear my words." he whispered; he knew nobody would hear, but the sense of... talking, to himself, made him nervous - he couldn't lose all sanity, not out here... "i solemnly regret what i've done-- please!"

he heard paws crunching in the snow-- whirling his head around, his heart burst in joy over the prospect of finding another; yet the sight made him flinch-- a shadow?

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and how could a shadow, a vessel of unholy darkness-- be so... solid? "who are you?" he breathed, cream pelt trembling in fear. and he didn't even know if death was possible, or even preferred; would pain be better than this... torment? he shook his fur.

it extended its paw.

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"and what does that mean?" the wind whipped his pelt further.

"i suppose..." he looked around. "if it means escaping from this isolation."

he extended his paw.

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"and look! why, she looks frostbitten." the queen curled her tail around the mewling kit. "look at that black ear— and her tail! why, she's such a pretty one."

(here before-- vashti bunyan)

and such was so.

"there is a legend, of the reincarnated souls; they say how the frost of the afterlife tinges their fur, and darkens them with the memory of the past; these are the lost souls, these are the ones who came before."

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(what i sent is part of my entry; not linking it here because... i don't want to end on someone's cringe comp)

[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Name: Bearheart
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: Ridgeclan

Prompt: wip

[Kazin]

Username: Kazin
Name: Lightblossom [prev. Lightstrike]
Gender: she-cat
Rank: medicine cat
Clan: Zephyrclan

Prompt:
Lightkit was the only kit of her litter, born during a harsh leaf-bare and an even harsher war. A band of rogues had settled on her clan's territory, raiding the camp at random intervals, killing or capturing clan cats. Lightkit's own father had been killed before she was born, leaving her with only her mother. The constant battles made most of the kits in the nursery scared, frightened to ever step foot outside of the nursery and become apprentices - but not Lightkit. She was brave, maybe borderline stupid, constantly trying to sneak out of the barricaded nursery during a rogue raid. She knew she could fight them... if they'd just let her out! Her day finally came when she was made an apprentice; given the leader himself as a mentor. Most of the time, the two would focus on battling, the leader realizing that Lightpaw had great potential, especially as harsher battles with the rogues found the clan as clan numbers started to dwindle. Cats were leaving, only the most loyal remaining to guard the camp. And so, too early, Lightpaw took up the role of warrior, quickly making it to being deputy. She was given the name of Lightstrike, a fierce protector of the clan, ready to battle at any moment's notice.

Or so she thought.

The leader had tried to warn her about just how strong these rogues were. They were a force to be reckoned with, not to be taken lightly; after all, they had already wreaked so much havoc on the clan. Lightstrike, cocky and arrogant in her battling techniques, thought she could handle them, no matter what they threw at her.

How wrong she was.

The rogues attacked once more, bigger in numbers and stronger than the battle weary clan cats. Lightstrike was the only cat that seemed to stand a chance, almost laughing at the ease with which she defeated two of her opponents, sending them running back to their rogue camp. It wasn't until she truly looked around, seeing her clanmates gone, that she understood the severity of her situation. Her own mentor, her leader, lying on the ground, a larger figure looming over him with a sneer. That was the last scene Lightstrike remembered seeing, before everything went dark. And she fell.

Maybe it was moons later, maybe days, maybe only hours, but Lightstrike awoke in her now destroyed camp, badly hurt but still alive. She got out of there as fast as she could, leaving her past behind her.

She felt lost. Utterly, impossibly lost. Her sense of purpose, of leadership, was gone, all ambition abandoned. There was nothing to do without a leader to follow, without a clan to call home...

Lightstrike wandered for a long time after that, never truly caring where she was, staying away from all other cats. She turned her attention instead to herbs - healing herself through trial and error, through necessity. She became acquainted with herbs, thinking of each one as a friend, recognizing them with a small smile.

Though she had been lost, driven away from the sense of purpose she had, Lightstrike found herself in those herbs and flowers. It was she who gave herself a new name, Lightblossom - hoping she could shed her past and begin anew. And so Lightblossom would begin her search for a new clan, with a new role, healing wounds as best she could, helping those that might have been lost like her.

[denja]

marking!

[clouds-move-on]

Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Name: Mothbee
Gender: she-cat
Rank: successor
Clan: StreetClan

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