[Goner.]

Welcome to Rise!
Rise is an adoptable based on Warrior Cats and focused around world building and character development.
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To claim you must be at least level 1 or not have a founder in progress or a founder at all. Please be sure you have room in your clan before applying for this cat.

This cat may not be traded until: July [date judged] 2019
There is a 2 month cooldown after each ownership change.
For a transfer to be official, both parties must post on this cat's page. The original owner must post in the archive.


This cat seems to have been through a lot. How did they get their scars?
You are allowed one optional art piece as an extra.
Minimum 100 words. Maximum 500 words.

End Date: May 27, 11:59pm EST

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Description: Silver tabby with white spotting and yellow-green eyes.
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Siblings: None Living

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[huskypawz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Name: Sharpivy
Gender: Female
Clan: CreekClan
Age: 52 Moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt: (221 Words)
As unlikely as it seems, Sharpivy actually most of her scars in one accident. This accident was endured when she was a kit.

It was Winter and Sharppaw was outside of the camp attempting some hunting skills she had picked up from her mentor, Hyacinthfeather. She was running on the moor, understanding completely the risks of running on the hills but not paying it any attention. Then, one moment she was running and the next she was up in the air, flipping and sliding on ice, and then landed straight in a thorn bush at the edge of the moor, on the border with the forest. Her fur got tangled and she got scratched up pretty bad as most of the scratches on her body ended up scarring.

She absolutely hates the scars on her body, seeing most of them as signs of weakness because of her slipping on the ice. Her clanmates often tease her about it, sending her into a deeper pool of anger and hatred. She wanted to prove herself to her clanmates so one day, in the Summer, she was reckless and picked a fight with a young fox. The scars on her face are from the fox, and Snowheart, the CreekClan medicine cat, is oddly surprised the she-cat didn't lose her vision from the stupid scenario.
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[atlas;]

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huge res!
what a troubled bean ;0;

[SHARKGVTS]

Username: Altoviireo
Name: Stormsurge
Gender: female
Clan: Voyagerclan
Age: 19 moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt:
Stormsurge walked with her rogue group toward the badger den. This was it. This was her test of loyalty to her home and the group. Tonight, she was either a loyalist, or a disgrace.

The leader, Chestnut, held his tail up to stop them. He turned to Stormsurge. "As a final test of your strength and loyalty, you must kill or chase off the badger. No assistance. Do you understand?"

Stormsurge felt an ominous vibe to the air. "Yes sir."

"Now go. We're observing." Chestnut and three other cats darted up a nearby tree to watch. Stormsurge was on her own.

She approached the den, finding a rock on the way and picking it up as she poked her head in. Fear filled her, but she had to do this. All she had to do was hit the badger with the rock to lure it out...

Suddenly, the badger stood up and turned to her. Their eyes locked briefly and she backed out as fast as possible. She turned and began to run, her flight instinct kicking into overdrive. The badger followed her closely as she was not fast. Soon, she tripped and the badger was upon her. She was met with heavy paws and sharp pains everywhere the claws struck.

A tom suddenly flew out of the tree where the other cats were and landed on the badger. "Junebug! What are you doing?!" Chestnut yowled at him. Junebug wouldn't listen.

The two chased the badger away. Chestnut stalked towards them, pelt bristled in fury. "You weren't supposed to help her! This is a dishonorable act to the group!"

"You would rather have her dead?!" Junebug snapped.

Chestnut hissed and jumped at Junebug only for Stormsurge to shield him. "Leave Junebug alone!" She snapped. Claws on pelts and teeth snapping, they tustled and fought. The others could only watch. Stormsurge felt claws along her face and she howled and kicked Chestnut off. Her eye had been swollen shut from the scar. She stood up, looked at the tom who was now laying on the ground, then turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her with Junebug following.

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Stormsurge walked with Junebug, leaning on him for support. He had told her of a place where they would welcome her and heal her right up... Voyagerclan.

As soon as they were through the valley, the Iapetus Roseshade had run over to them. "Star cats have mercy on you! What happened?"

Roseshade helped clean and care for the wounds and allowed her to rest in the camp. Junebug and Roseshade were old friends, so that's why he had taken her there, since he knew she would also be safe there. She regained her sight eventually, and shortly after all of her wounds had healed, she had joined Voyagerclan. She didn't want to admit it, but had it not been for the badger test, she would have never found her new home where she felt most welcome and safe.
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[monsteras.]

Username: little.beans
Name: Rainflash
Gender: Tom
Clan: Waterclan
Age: 22 moons
Rank: warrior

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Ah, the scars that cover Rainflash has an interesting backstory. When his brother and him were apprentices, Rainflash had decided he wanted to be a medicine cat. Since him and his sibling were super close to one another, he had told the apprentice first. Rockpaw had not been happy with his decision since their plan was to become warriors together and become leader and deputy together. Rainflash did not understand his reasoning. Why couldn't they be leader and medicine cat? Rockpaw had attacked his brother out of anger and hurt, causing the scars that cover his face. Rainpaw finally decided to not follow his dreams of becoming a medicine cat, instead trained to become a warrior. Since he was attacked by his own blood, he trained harder then ever before. Rockpaw and him fought every chance they got and one day a fox attacked them. Rainpaw protected his brother, causing the fox to leave the scars that cover his body. Even if Rockpaw will never forgive his brother for becoming a medicine cat, he is still thankful that Rainpaw saved his life. Now, Rainflash lives with the nasty scars covering his body, all because his sibling did not want him to become a medicine cat.

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[wolfpack12]

Username: wolfpack12
Name: Flint, Flinttalon
Gender: tom
Clan: Crescentclan
Age: 39 moons
Rank: warrior

Prompt: " My dearest brothers and sisters, it has come to my knowledge that our dear brother, Flint, wishes to leave us without saying goodbye"

Yeah, I wonder why, the silver and white tabby thought bitterly. Yellow-green eyes glaring defiantly up at the dark grey tabby, who was currently pacing back and forth along the roof of a broken down car. The rest of Hollow's followers were sat in a circle around him. Watching him as if he were prey.

" As you all very well know, I cannot allow that...", Hollow continued. His pacing slowly coming to a stop, as his amber eyes met Flint's gaze. A sinister smile slowly creeping onto his face." But I'm nothing if not reasonable, so I'll be offering Flinty here a choice, come back with us now and we will all act like none of this ever happened, or take on the 'trial of the claw' in order to try and earn your freedom to leave.... so what will it be, Flint?", he added.

The long haired tom hesitated. His ears involuntarily flattening against his head, as he took one trembling step backwards. The 'trial of the claw', was something that only a rare few have ever managed to come out of alive. Mostly because Hollow's elite followers were often the victors. Meaning his chances of winning were slim. But as he gazed at the empty expressions of those around him, he realized that this could very well be his only chance to get away." I'll accept the trial", Flint replied.

" Wise choice"

As soon as those words left Hollow's mouth, Flint found himself being tackled from behind. Blinding white pain shot through his body, as something clawed its way down his back. Without hesitation, the tom flipped around to face his opponent. Teeth bared, and ready to strike. Only to feel another burst of pain shoot through his head, as something made contact with his eye.

Out of frustration, Flint surged upwards. Taking his opponent by surprise, as he sank his teeth downwards into fur. However, due to both the ringing in his head and having only one eye to look out of, he failed to see his opponent aiming for his legs until it was too late.

A hiss of pain tore its way out of his throat, as teeth sunk into his front left leg and claws sank into his right one. However, he still clung onto his opponent. Refusing to let go, even as the other cat clawed at his tail. With one last desperate effort, Flint lunged for his opponents throat and bit down. Hard. It was all over from there, as his opponent fell to the ground limp.

Flint hardly paid attention after that as he left the scene. Not even when Hollow mockingly congratulated him on his win. All he cared about, was finding a way to tend to the injuries he knew would later on scar.

...And that was how Flinttalon gained his scars...

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[Ladyskittels]

Username: Ladyskittels
Name: Bearwatcher
Gender: female
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan
Age: 22 moons
Rank: scout

Prompt: The scars on Bearwatcher's pelt help to shed some light on her past. Unlike most clan cats, this hardy female was born to a rogue female who died just after she was weaned, leaving her an orphan. At the age of two moons she was found by a mother grizzly bear and her cub, weak and close to death. The young kit cried for her mother again and again to no avail. The mother bear, who recently lost a cub, took pity on the cat and decided to take her in. She promised to love and protect her as if the kitten were her own child.

A few moons later, the young kitten the mother bear had named Little Bear had grown into a feisty youngster who was able to not only keep up with the bear cub, but ran circles around him. The two played together nonstop and loved to be in each other's company when their mother wasn't there.

"Hey! Wanna play?" Little Bear asked her brother one day. "Mama's gone hunting so there's time to burn before she returns."

"Not today," the male cub replied with a sigh. "I'm not in the mood..."

"Aw, come on..." she badgered, poking him lightly with a paw. "You can always take a little time to play can't you?"

"I said not now!" he snapped, pushing her away from him with his paw. The way his paw hit her caused his claws to make contact with her pelt, leaving scars behind.

Bearwatcher still bears her scars to this day. She thinks of her brother when she sees them and how much she has changed since the times of annoying him.
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[MeltiTheDragon]

Username: MeltiTheDragon
Name: Avocetthroat
Gender: Male
Clan: Cascadeclan
Age: 25 Moons
Rank: Warrior

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"Oooh, try a backflip!"

Avocet clumsily staggered upon landing, the boards harshly creaking under his weight. He had no clue how Spider even did her sideflips, let alone backflips. Maybe the rails of the bridge just weren't high enough to properly land on all four paws. Without breaking his neck like poor Dove did. Finch laughed as he regained his footing. He smiled ; no matter how bad his acrobatic skills were, Finch always thought he was the best.

The calico hopped over to the north side rail. "Think I can do a sideflip too?" she asked.

He eyed the spot she stood below. From the high point, she'd probably make a better jump than him.

"Absolutely, Finch!"

His date clawed her way up to the top, the slats rattling as her hind claws scraped smooth wood. The molly hit the air and landed gracefully on the bridge with a loud thump. "Nice job!"

"Thanks!" She bounced over to him.

They goofed off, playing on the rickety bridge for nearly three-quarters of a night. As the sun started to peek over the horizon, Avocet suggested they race back. But just as soon as they started running they came to screeching halt. Slowly lumbering around in grass was a large cinnamon colored ferret. In typical Cascadeclan fashion, they were so noisy that they'd woken her up from wherever she slept. She stared back at them with bleary burgundy eyes.

Avocet dropped into a hunter's crouch. "Awesome! Owletfur will forgive us immediately once he sees how big this ferret is!" he whispered excitedly.

A high pitched screech filled the air. Much too fast for him to react, he felt a sharp strike of pain running from his forehead to his cheek. He caterwauled, reeling backward. Unfortunately, the startled ferret was just circling around his back at the time. His back paw landed not on grass but on fur instead. More claw strikes ensued. He whirled back on the weasel. Their paws met in midair, the ferret's claws catching on his front legs.

Finchchirp bounded toward her, hissing and snarling, sending the vicious little creature scampering back into the woods. "Avocet, your eye!"

He winced. "I know! I've never had prey that fought back before!" he replied.

Forget the race ; they slowly limped back to camp.

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[Wet Bread]

Username: Wet Bread
Name: Dragonfly
Gender: tom
Clan: Brightclan
Age: 18 moons
Rank: warrior

Prompt:
Dragonfly might seem a little young to possess all his scars, but that's simply because he got them all in one go. His sister, Plumefrost, is known for conversing with fowl from way back during their time as farm cats. Though not everyone in the clan is aware, her adventures in talking with these birds has not always gone well.

Once on the farm, a wild flock of geese landed for a brief time. Plumefrost, excited to see some new possible bird friends, approached them with no fear, talking to them the same way she talked to the chickens. What she didn't realize was the geese landed there to nest and were very protective. As they charged at Plumefrost, Dragonfly jumped in to protect his sister. The geese and Dragonfly got involved in a loud and violent tussle that might have killed him if it weren't for the farmer, who chased away the geese and nursed Dragonfly back to health.

Plumefrost felt horrible for putting her brother through all that, but Dragonfly tells her continuously not to worry about because now he's got some cool scars, but she should be more careful who she approaches.

(Plumefrost is currently an NPC cat)

[ataraxic_gone]

Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; HailDapple
Gender;; male
Age;; 58 moons
Clan;; BeachClan
Rank;; Coast guard

Prompt;;
He was barely apprentice aged, meeting JaggedClaw had been purely happenstance. The tom had offered him power, prestige and safety, all Hail had to do was listen and learn. He learnt all to quickly that JaggedClaw's method of teaching was to cast him through the trials of hell and cross his fingers that Hail would come out in one piece.

The first scar he had gotten only a week after joining JaggedClaw's messed up family. His mentor had instructed him on how to do a tackle in battle, a move which he followed through almost perfectly. Half way through the leap he had been struck across the face and sent to the floor. "Your first lesson," JaggedClaw said with a smirk, "expect the unexpected."

The second wasn't so intentional, he had almost slipped off the side of a cliff into the ocean. He had been seriously debating how much JaggedClaw cared for him, the way he was treated drowning his self worth but when he slipped off a cliff JaggedClaw had grabbed him and yanked him back onto land by his tail. JaggedClaw had expressed genuine concern for his apprentices safety and for the first time Hail had felt loved.

In a fight beside JaggedClaw he had ended up with severe scars along his paws fighting a loner. It had been a real test of his skills and coming out of the fight he had felt achieved. He had recounted the details of that battle over and over to JaggedClaw who had humoured his excitement for as long as he could.

The last scar he earnt had been during Maple's first weeks with them. She had been asked to prove herself and in her enthusiasm she had given Hail a run for his money because for all his training he didn't have the same passion for fighting as her. That fight had changed the dynamic he had built up with JaggedClaw. Maple was fancy and new with so much more potential, that scar on his back settled as a reminder that when it came down to it, he placed second to the tortoiseshell she-cat. [354/500]