[Oceanfosh]

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 cat may not be traded until: January 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.

To enter, you must own a founder and be at level 1, or must not have a founder form submitted and can adopt this cat as your founder!

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Username: jay.
Cat Name: Owlwatcher
Clan: Kin of the Barren Tundra
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male
Age: 90 Moonpassings (7.5 Years)
Description: Shorthaired cream with orange eyes
Simplified Description: Cream-colored cat with stripes, spots, and lighter colors on the back of legs, tail, muzzle, and eyes.

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

[chuuya nakahara]

Username: oh yea mr. krabs
Cat Name: roselace
Clan: Waspclan
Rank: medicine cat (if other med cat wins then they're a Honey Gatherer)

Gender: female
Age: 47 moons

Prompt:

And to have a heart laced with roses,
The roses must be dethorned;
For if your heart has thorned roses,
Starclan knows what you'll do.





Make fun if you want, but to me
A rose is everything I see.

[huskypawz]

Username: ThunderCry04
Cat Name: Canarystep
Clan: TideClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age: 23 Moons

Soft, innocent, playful. That was Canary's three big descriptive words for herself before she witnessed the worst thing in life.

Death.

She was only eight moons old when she saw a cat die, Pammy, the mother of Roan, a cat she felt she needed to be there for during the journey due to her experiences and his lack of them. She wanted to be his friend, someone he can trust and come to when he needed it. However, when his mother died in a building collapse when saving two kits, she couldn't be there for him. She hadn't seen death with her own eyes before, her mother left her when she was young and her father had died, but before she was born. She had never seen anyone die and it became a figment of imagination to her, a cruel painting to keep cats holding on to every moment they lived, to enjoy every second they had.

Canary thought she was immortal until she didn't.

She changed when she saw Pammy die. Instead of being playful and careless she became cautious and calculated every step, every movement she made. When Pammy died and the kits lived, she became colder to the world, making relationships a gift instead of a right. Cats had to earn her trust, they had to earn her allowance of them in her life. She didn't want to lose someone she loved or trusted again.

Canarystep, when she joined the clan officially, took every moment she had seriously and taught others to enjoy their life, just like her mother had once told her.

It was quite surprising, after all this time alone, without her mother in the hard world, to see just how similar to two she-cats had become. Canarystep knew she was like her mother, even if she didn't remember too much about her. They both saw someone they loved die, and that hardened them to the world and made them turn their backs on others who they were too scared to be close to. Too scared to love in fear that the love they gave wouldn't be enough to save them from death, from an unstoppable wave of doom.

Scared, worried, cautious. That is how she describes herself now.

[knickknacks]

Username: Knickknacks
Cat Name: Lightpaw
Clan: NorthClan
Rank: Apprentice

Gender: female
Age: 9 moons

Prompt:

defining traits: practical; determined; witty; stubborn

Lightpaw is undeniably practical. She’s had to be, growing up alone for most of her life. The lone survivor from a litter born too late in the snow-season, she was cared for to the best of her mother’s ability. But the thaw-season had barely broken when her mother became ill, and soon succumbed to the sickness, exhausted from giving birth and struggling to care for her single daughter. Many young cats would have been lost, but the death of her mother sparked something in Lightpaw.

Known only by the nickname given to her by her mother, Lightpaw taught herself to hunt. She had no cats from which to learn her hunting skills, so she watched other animals. Even today, living among other cats, she still carries some odd techniques and habits picked up from this learning period- when fishing, she adopts a similar technique to a bear; when chasing rabbits, she works to separate and tire them much like the wolf does. These habits serve as a reminder to the others of the survival instinct that one might not expect to be concealed within Lightpaw’s delicate frame.

Lightpaw is an eager worker, and has thrown herself into Clan life with gusto. She has a hunger for knowledge that makes her an eager student- and a personal favorite of Swanglow’s, not that the calico she-cat would be willing to admit as much.

Perhaps Lightpaw’s greatest flaw is stubbornness. In certain circumstances, this unwillingness to back down could be considered a virtue, but it can make Lightpaw difficult to deal with at times. If pressed, she’ll dig her paws in and refuse to budge, even if she is in the wrong.

She hadn’t really believed before this. She still wasn't sure she did.

Lightpaw gasped sharply as a cool sensation swept over her, a breeze shaped vaguely like a whisper. Around her, her Clanmates lay, illuminated by the moon shining through the hole in the roof of the cave.

There were Lynxstar and Cloudgaze, their faces peaceful- even happy. Swanglow’s brow was furrowed, but she didn’t look uncomfortable. They’d done this before, Lightpaw knew. Whatever this was.

So had Ptarmiganpaw and Moosepaw. Ptarmiganpaw was fidgeting, for he hadn’t fallen asleep yet, but his green eyes were shining with reflective moonlight. Moosepaw was dozing contentedly, tucked against his friend’s side.

Even fidgety Birdpaw, who’d never been to a Gathering before, was dozing. A sense of peace and wonder was somehow displayed on his sleeping face, and Lightpaw felt her nerves still. If he could do this so could she.

But how do I do this? She wondered. Do you just… fall asleep? How does that work? I can’t sleep on command- and what if there’s nothing there?
There came the whisper again, ruffling the fur on the back of her neck. This time, though, she heard more than the breeze. She heard her name.

Lightpaw closed her eyes and breathed in. Out.

When she opened her eyes again, all she could see were stars.

They are. They’re real.

[DiamondDogg]

Username: DiamondDogg Caverns
Cat Name: Sunglow
Clan: Silverclan (link in sig)
Rank: Onlooker

Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons

Prompt:
About:
Sunglow is a very friendly, energetic, loyal, and honest she-cat. She has many friends in the clan, and hopes to one day be leader, as many cats dream about. She also seems to radiate warmth, happiness, and love anywhere and everywhere she goes. No one knows why, but some suspect because she is the "nicest cat in the clan." She dreams of settling down with a cat one day and having kits of her own, but for now she's just happy being a warrior for Silverclan.

History:
Sunglow came from twolegplace as a skinny she-cat as her twolegs fed her less and less and neglected her more and more. She escaped one afternoon as her twolegs got a package, and immediately left twolegplace. Sun traveled to the river, to at least get a drink of water. She met Maple, a local loner who lived near the river. Maple spoke fondly of Silverclan, so Sun set out to find this Silverclan. A silver she-cat and tortoiseshell and white she-cat were roaming around, so she asked if they knew where Silverclan was. The silver she-cat laughed, explaining that she was the leader of Silverclan, and that she'd be welcome to join if she'd like. She accepted, and the rest is history.
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Crush: Rainwhisker
Best friends: Stoneclaw and Cinderspark

[parlaymars]

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congrats!



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[size=85]username: parlayx
cat name: sandwhisper
clan: elkclan
rank: warrior
gender: tom
age: 40 moons

（ ｔｒａｉｔｓ ！ ）
sandwhisper is an enigma to all
who meet him. those who care
to try and ferret out the tom's
motive or moral compass find
themselves frustrated more
often than not. when asked,
sandwhisper merely laughs.
"what better way to confuse
the enemy than to always keep
him guessing?'

[WolfstormSC]

Username: WolfstormSC
Cat Name: Waspflame (previously creampuff)
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male
Age: 28 moons

Prompt:

"So what if I'm still silent to you?"

His name:
Waspflame got his prefix from his quick wit, which was "as quick as a wasp sting" and his suffix "flame" because of his burning passion, something that is well regarded in the clan. His previous name when he was a rogue, "creampuff" was given to him at birth. He never really felt as though it was fitting to him and felt as if it was too soft for someone such as himself.

Personality:
Waspflame has never been the most friendly of cats, despite his name. Alone in the world until joining the clan, he was often the one to get blamed for most of the wrong doings of the world. He could never be like those cats, however. He would never be like them. Oh, how he despised some of them. He is often silent to others and only talks when he really thinks it is needed, even if he is friends with the cat. He never feels alone though. Happy in his own company is where he will always remain. Perhaps there was once a spark of kindness in his heart, but it has since been forgotten.

History:
Waspflame came from a litter of only 1 kit, which caused him to be quite spoilt among other cats. However, he never felt like it was enough and he felt as though he could do better. So at the age of 15 moons, he left his family in the night and was never seen again. He may have met many cats on his journey, but he felt as though none of them were deserving enough to have them as his new family. No, he could only have the best of the best. Perhaps his family is still out looking for him, but he doesn't care. He feels somewhat content in his new home at stormclan.

Why he joined:
Waspflame joined stormclan because he found it an interesting concept that he had not yet come to grasp. It was something different, something new. Perhaps it had been what he was searching for all this time when he first left his family.

Relationships:
Waspflame has never held friends to the highest regard, but he does have some cats that he would have considered to have been good friends. There's smokestep who has taught him that wisdom is quite a good thing to have. Thistlespot has shown him the art of fighting, which he has taken quite a liking to. Bramblethorn has shown him that change is a very important thing and is not to be taken lightly. He might have liked someone enough to have been their mate in the past, but he strayed away from that path for fear of upsetting them, which may have just done more harm to them in the end. His least favourite cat in the clan is definitely dovecall. He hates how the small tom is so helpful to others and constantly wonders why he is trying so hard to please others, when he can do so much more for himself instead. He always seems way too kind, which always makes waspflame suspicious.

Biggest regret:
His biggest regret in life will not be that he ran away from home, no. It is something much more simple that he believes only a few select cats will understand. He regrets not learning the names of those who he has met in his journey. Because without those names, how can he properly tell a story about them? Properly address them if he were to ever meet them again? He was too ignorant at the time and probably always will be. Caring about himself first might always be his downfall.

Favourite area:
His favourite area in stormclan will always be the lake, where he can go to admire his reflection, but also where he can be if he wants to relax and be by himself, getting away from the noise of clan life that he is not yet used to.

Biggest secret:
Something that he will probably never admit to anyone is that he has desperately wanted kits for a long time and has always had a fondness for them, even if he fails to show it and usually brushes the kits of the clan away by telling them to play with someone else. He has grown quite fond of them and hopes that he will one day have a mate that he won't feel the need to run away from. Someone that he could show his softer side to, for once.

Likes:
Being praised
The river
Night

Dislikes:
Constant chatter
Loud spaces
Rogues

Theme song: Paramore - Ignorance

[Namida_☾]

Username:
Namida_☾
Cat Name:
Ryefeather
Clan:
Lotusclan
Rank: W
arrior

Gender:
genetically Female, identifies as Male
Age:
19 moons

Prompt:

History:

“Ry! Rylie! Come back in, it’s cold!” I heard my owner calling from inside, through the clear night air. I jumped off the fence, slowly making my way back to her into the warmth of the house. She closed the glass door and the thick heavy curtains. When she turned to me, I was already sitting on the sofa. She laid next to me and then just scooped me up (like always) and put me on her lap, burying me and herself under the thick scratchy blanket. “What were you even doing outside?” She asked with her mouth full of popcorn. “I was just thinking. The night is so quite and calm, you know? I even think I saw another cat!” I meowed back. She meowed back at me some nonsense. (I gotta admit, this wasn’t very unusual. She sometimes just meowed some nonsense at me at random occasions.) Then she just proceeded to stare at the tv. She was watching “Harry Potter” like every year around this time. I knew what it was called because she always ran up to me, scooped me up and said “Come on Rylie, we’re gonna watch your favourite movie, Harry Potter!” I wind my way out of her arms and jumped off the sofa, I didn’t really want to watch it again. I made my way under the heavy curtain looking through the glass door outside. But sadly, I was barely able to see anything. The fence was just too tall. I wondered what was on the other side, what was in the forest. I was pretty sure that I’d seen a cat out there several times. But what were they doing out there? Where was their home? Weren’t they cold or hungry? I don’t even know how long I sat there and also didn’t realize that the tv wasn’t on anymore, but when I turned around to jump on the sofa to my owner again, she was gone. We already had past midnight and she’s gone to bed. So I made my way to her bedroom, jumping on the end of her bed and curling up in the blanket. I couldn’t really sleep so I just laid there, staring out of the window looking at all the stars. The stars, yes, they were free and could be wherever they want. Perhaps they were watching over that mysterious forest cat.

——— a few weeks later ———

I finally made up my mind. I am going to fin out who that cat is that lives in the forest. I took a last glance at my home before jumping off the fence. I didn’t plan to stay long in the forest, I’d be back at dinner. So I walked into the forest. It didn’t seem as dark as I thought it would. Actually it was very light. And everywhere was laying soft, untouched snow. I felt somehow safe in the forest. So I just walked further into it and the walking turned into running. I ran through the forest, feeling the cold fresh air and so much life in me. I’ve never felt so much life in me before. I ran and ran and eventually I came to an old ruin. It looked like there hasn’t lived anyone in it for a very very long time. I decided to look around a bit, since the actual reason I ran into the forest was to find this cat. I thought I’d have a better view from the top so I climbed up the old walls. Nothing. Nothing but trees and snow. Kinda sad that I didn’t found anyone, I just sat there. When suddenly I heard some noises. Paw steps. But not from a cat, no, they were too heavy. Suddenly a chocolate dog with orange eyes appeared. “Hey Hawthorneheart”, he said, “do you smell that?”

[FeathersBreath]

Username: FeathersBreath
Cat Name: Swiftheart
Clan: Tribe of the Falling Skies
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 29 moons

Prompt: Wordcount: 627.
A cat that loves to run, Swiftheart is often seen racing through the Marshlands of the tribe's territory. She has an innate ability to know where to step, seemingly never setting foot on sink points. Wind through her fur is her favourite sensation, and she is known for her skill at catching rabbits.
As an empathetic cat who loves kits, Swiftheart, when not chasing rabbits in the Burn or leaping through the mud in the Marshes, can be found caring for the clan's youngest members. She tells tall tales about past warriors, engages the kits in games that play to all talents. As a kit, she didn't get very much love, and she knows how hard it can be, so she ensures that each kit always knows how loved and special they are. She is quick to love, and opens her heart to all, earning her suffix with pride. Though kits are her focus, she always ensures that each and every clanmate is happy and contented. This occasionally causes problems for Swiftheart, as she cares so deeply, and often gets upset when cats turn her oftentimes overbearing protectiveness away. In times like this, she tends to escape to the Marshes or the Burn to race among the reeds or burnt trees, and puts all her attention into catching prey. These moods could last days at a time, with Swiftheart only returning to drop prey off at the camp. Eventually, Blizzardstar snapped, snarling that though the prey was wonderful, Swiftheart's disappearances would only leave the clan in disarray, because it was her kindness that helped keep the tribe together. This conversation with Blizzardstar pushed her boundaries, and Swiftheart found herself monitoring her moods to ensure that she always felt like her could return to camp. In turn, the tribe began to let her down far more gently when they felt that she was pushing her boundaries.
Overall, Swiftheart is a compassionate cat, who loves her tribe more than anything else. She feels most at home while running through the Marshes or the Burn, but finds a great amount of joy spending time with the clan's kits.

Rough work of Swiftheart.

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Swiftheart raced through the Marshes, blood pounding in her ears, the impact of her paws onto the soft ground thudding up through her shoulders. Happiness coursed through her veins, mixing with the adrenaline from the sprint. She saw the patch of water disguised as ground and leapt over it. Her companion, however, was not quite as lucky. Sleetpelt's paw went sinking into the mud, and he tumbled behind her. Swiftheart skidded to a stop, turning to watch her friend attempt to pull himself from the marsh, grey pelt covered in muddy filth. She let out a mew of amusement.
"You're meant to jump over the water, not nuzzle it, mousebrain," she purred as she went to help him out. He snorted, making another attempt to stand up, and succeeding with Swiftheart's help.
"I didn't even see it," he mewed. "How did you know it was there?" He shook his head in an attempt to get mud out of his ears.
The she-cat shrugged. "I don't know," she began. "The ground was softer, I suppose. And the reeds lines the edge of the pool. It also smelt different."
"How in the Sky's name did you notice that?" He meowed, "we were running so fast that it was impossible for us to see anything at all."
"I'm not sure, in all honesty. Practice, maybe? I just notice things." The tom shook his head.
"Come on. You can fetch our prey, and we can go back to camp. I want to swim the river to get off the mud, and we've caught enough to feed the queens and elders." He turned, and began to walk back the way the pair had came. Swiftheart sent a look over her shoulder, staring at the Marshes, wanting to keep racing.
"You coming, mousebrain?" Sleetpelt called.
"Yes. I'm coming." She stated, pulling herself away from the land she wanted to run. "Let's go home."

[Sabatea]

『xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Username: Sabatea
Cat Name: Goldeye
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male
Age: 31 moons
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Personality:
A strong-willed, yet gentle cat, Goldeye is a cat most would consider a friend. His insight is often sought by apprentices and even older cats, even though he is barely a warrior himself. He manages to speak eloquently and be a good mediator when it is necessary. While wise in some ways, Goldeye is often found to be in the midst of mischief. He is never above a midnight adventure, and of all the warriors he is the most likely to tag along in anything exciting, all the more so if it is against the rules. He has an "eye for adventure," as Maplestar put it in his warrior's ceremony.

Likes:
* Adventures
* Hunting
* Teasing the apprentices
* Breaking the rules
* Squirrels

Dislikes:
* Fighting
* Birds ("Too many feathers!")
* Getting in trouble
("Yeah, I know, I know...")

Theme song:
Two Weeks by All That Remains






History:
Goldeye came from a kittypet home originally. However, he left this home before the large storm that lead to the creation of TreeClan. He wandered into care of the Clan a couple of moons after the storm, and was welcomed in with open paws. He was a young cat at the time, around the age of an apprentice. Early on, he struggled with the lifestyle of the Clan, and especially the rules. He had lived on his own for so long that he found it hard to be tied down by them. However, he was a capable warrior and he took to life in the trees quite well. He fought hard for his Clan, and he became a decent hunter and an asset to his Clan.