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| Artist | Goner. [gallery] |
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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!
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dewly_noted wrote:Username: dewly_noted
Name: CinderPaw
Gender: male
Clan: BeachClan
Age: 12 moons
Rank: trainee
Prompt:
Each breath he took was shaky and uneven, little bubbles of snot occasionally forming as he exhaled. He was six moons old finally able to become an apprentice and serve his clan. It had been all he had wanted since he was a child, to serve his clan.
It was the purpose of every cat to have that honour of fighting and maybe one day dying to protect those they loved and CinderKit did love. He loved so much and so far that you would think he'd be worn thin, yet with each new face he only became stronger in his kindness and compassion.
Yet despite his bodies aches and pains he stepped forward on the day of his sixth moon in front of his clan ready and waiting as the leader called for a camp meeting. He begun with the simple things, how prey was running in the clan, the border skirmishes and then, right where his apprentice ceremony should have been the SparrowStar began closing the meeting.
"What about me?"
The question was purely knee jerk, desperate, hopeful. SparrowStar looked down at him, this burning hatred in his gaze that spoke to the fact CinderKit hadn't stepped out of line but leapt. The seconds ticked by, one by one until they had found themselves accumulated as a minute and SparrowStar finally spoke.
"You will never be a warrior CinderKit."
He said, simple and stern.
"You'll never be anything."
CinderKit felt like his heart had been crushed in his chest, backing up slightly as warriors and queens around him tutted and shushed, not one of the people he had let into his heart standing up for him.
"You're sickly and ill, better off in the elder's den than in the forest. If we depended on your for food and protection we'd be thrown to the rogues and starving."
What was left of his heart in his chest was ground to nothing and CinderKit found himself doing the only thing he could do in such a situation. He sobbed, hiccups almost immediately beginning to break through the long streaks of tears and loud wailing. The longer he cried the more an itch in his chest rose with it and he found himself hacking and coughing through his tears until he was to hysterical and light headed to do anything more than curl up and pass out.
He really was too sickly and weak to be a warrior.
He spent the moons that should of been his apprenticeship in quiet solitude, watching the 'paws live the life he couldn't, always hoping his condition would change for the better. It wasn't until a stray she-cat called ApplePaw stayed with his clan for a few days.
She looked at him and for the first time someone believed in him. She started teaching him things, the more he learnt the more his health began to improve. Getting out, getting sunshine, exercise- He began to believe again. [492/500]




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