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| Artist | liightning [gallery] |
| Time spent | 1 hour, 15 minutes |
| Drawing sessions | 5 |
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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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The she cat finds that snow is one of those things that she loves, but only in theory. The idea of a soft, fluffy blanket run, roll or mess around in sounds like a gift sent from StarClan! She'll spend a majority of greenleaf wishing for the cold powder.
However, when snow does arrive, she's nothing but miserable. Not only is Poppysplash a healer who will then have to go and care for the island of herbs growing, but she got her suffix from her love of water. When there's snow, Raven's Pool is either too cold for even the craziest cat to swim in, or its frozen over completely! Neither one is ideal in this cats books.
With that said... She'll still act like a kit seeing it for the first time when it starts to fall, chasing the snowflakes through the air and drawing pretty flowers in the ground. (At least until her paw goes numb!)
ɪn a dark and twisted wood, a single solitary she-cat prowls. Small skittering things flee in fear before her paws. Starlight filters down upon an orange coat made quicksilver by the light; breath misting in a great cloud before her face. The white winds of winter have sunk their claws deep into the landscape and refuse to let go.
Not that she minds.
Foxfire has always been a little strange. A little... odd. Her short-furred clanmates grow irritable and short of temper the colder the temperature plummets, while she, in turn, grows more compassionate and begins to smile more often, her spirits lifted by the cold. Thick fur often proves a nuisance in dense underbrush, but there are none who claim to be better at leaf-bare hunting than she. Snow has always been her chiefest joy among the long winter season.
As the first flakes dust the backs of her ears, Foxfire tips her face up to greet them as one greets an old friend. Her chiefest joy has visited at last.








ChicBoy1_ wrote:username: ChicBoy1_
cat name: Maplespots
gender: Tom
age: 37 Moons
clan: GladeClan (In Sig)
rank: Warrior
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