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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!





500/500 Words wrote:Usually, hunting patrols only went around the area just outside camp and on the river’s shores. However, today had been scarcer hunting than usual.
Silverstream frowned at the scrawny hare hanging from in Autumdust’s jaws. That was hardly enough to feed the kits, and the river given them no fish.
“I’m going to the Dark Forest.” She decided out loud.
Autumndust dropped her catch, stunned, “B-but that’s dangerous!”
“I’ll be fine. We need food, and there’s gotta be more in there. I’ll even stay on the edges.”
With a weary look, her companion sighed, “If you’re not back by sundown, I’m telling the deputy.”
Worry wart. “Alright. I won’t take long.”
She made her way towards the edges of the Dark Forest, staying alert. The trees loomed above her, thick canopies smothering any sunlight, leaving the ground below with only sparse grass, brambles, and dirt.
She perked up when she heard rustling, catching sight of a fairly large and plump hare. She’d never seen one so big in their part of the forest!
Dropping into a crouch, she crept closer, sneaking up as it leaned down to nibble on the grass. As she prepared to lunge, however, its head shot up and turned to run.
“No!” She took off after it. Leaping over rocks and dodging bramble, it sharply turned to get away, but Silverstream was quicker, lunging and swiftly delivering a killing bite. She panted and looked up, suddenly realizing how far she’d gone into the Dark Forest blindly. Dread settled heavily in her gut. How would she get out in time now…? Oh, Wolfheart would be so mad..
Despite her brooding, she did notice a flash of.. something in the corner of her eye. She hunkered down, panic rising, but as the wispy paw stepped out from behind the tree, she found herself bewildered. Graceful strands of ivy drifted in an unseen wind through the cat’s translucent fur, glittering eyes of dark green that reminded Silverstream of a new spring leaf. She spoke no words, but Silverstream could tell who she was. Sitting up and dipping her head, she murmured respectfully, “Sproutmother.”
The Nature God smiled, nodding her head in return before she stood and blinked expectedly.
Scrambling to her feet, she picked up the hare, looking up to see the cat gone, a glowing leaf in her place. The glowing leaf lifted as if by a wind. She watched it, but it did not drift away. Hesitantly, she took a step forward, then another. When she was nearly at the leaf, it floated forward, and she followed. Mesmerized, she didn’t realize she was in OwlClan’s territory until the leaf dissolved into glittering green that faded away. Noticing it was slowly becoming sundown, she hurried back towards camp. Her friend was amazed at the large hare she’d found, but the warm feeling in Silverstream’s chest wasn’t pride. She had met a god, and the mixed awe and joy carried her for the rest of the week.








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