[CertainNorth]

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!

Prompt: What is their least favorite sound?

Username: Placebo
Cat Name: Snakeroot --> Hazeleyes
Clan: Floodclan
Rank: Warrior (Sub Rank: Mercenary/Guard)

Gender: Male
Age: 28 moons
Description: A silver classic tabby tom with soft hazel green eyes.

Other Features: Scars on nose
Siblings: none living

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Dam: Foundation
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[khvoxtic]

Name: Ripplestar
Age: 40 Moons
Clan Thread: Smokeclan

He's beautiful!! Thank you so much

[CertainNorth]

Reminder: It's been well over a month since your founder was claimed and you haven't leveled up in the archive. Please follow the rules ASAP if you don't want your founder to be re-adopted in the next week. I only checked the updated archive, so if you have leveled up, just let me know!

[CertainNorth]

This founder willing be going up for re-adoption.

"Rule: If you do not make a thread for your clan, get to level 1 and post on the archive to confirm this within a month, your cat will be rehomed."

[liightning]

Username: liightning
Cat Name: Heronfeather
Clan: DeltaClan
Rank: warrior

Gender: male
Age: 20 moons
Prompt: wip! doesn't like the cries of kits

[zippo.]

Username: zippo.
Cat Name: Stonewhisker
Clan: the land of three crows
Rank: warrior

Gender: tom
Age: 40 moons
Prompt: 177/300

The crackling of flame. Stone is a creature of water; he enjoys listening to the babbling stream, the sweet scent of blooming flowers, the sight of algae broken by the ripples of dragonflies. It is the polar opposite that terrifies him - the flashes of orange and red, the exceeding heat singing his fur, and the crackling of the fire is what strikes him as most off-putting. The pops are violent, threatening in its mannerisms. Some of the cats, such as Cinderfall, try to convince him of the power of rebirth; that the flame is a cleansing ideology gifted upon them. Stone refuses to accept this belief; no, the rising flames are the sound of the end, of death and despair. Even the thought of this sound blooms anxiety within his heart, and he does his very best to avoid fire in all of its forms. He is a valiant warrior, and the only thing that can stop him in his tracks is fire - be it the literal entity, or the dance of flames in someones' eyes.

[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Cat Name: Silverfrost
Clan: Ridgeclan
Rank: warrior

Gender: tom
Age: 25 moons
Prompt:
New-leaf might be Silverfrost least favorite season for one reason alone, cicadas. The little bugs that during the worst heat of the day, let out an awful sound. There's never just one either, no, the bugs seem to join together to make sure they can be heard by anyone and everyone. There seems to be no point to there sound either, they just make noise throughout the whole day simply because they can. The squeal they let out when Silverfrost is simply doing anything is enough to set them off. Because of them, he’s come up with a game for the kits to play, who can catch the most cicadas. The kits, of course, find the game fun, jumping after the bugs and bringing them triumphantly back to Silverfrost for his purr of approve. Some of the other warriors think it’s silly, but the queens don’t mind the young warrior occupying the kits for a while. So Silvefrost gets to get rid of some of the awful bugs while not having to touch the things himself, a win-win.

[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Cat Name: Whisperingpine
Clan: Fadedclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male
Age: 22 moons
Prompt:
Whisperingpine hates the sound of falling rocks, mainly because of tales he has heard from elders before the destruction of Fadedclan about the Forbidden Mountains. The tales of cats spying on the clan below, cats being sent over the sharp points to kill ancient clan members who once came from over the mountains. Whisperingpine was 4 moons old at the time of the destruction of Fadedclan, leaving him to wander further up north an away from his old clan and the rogue families that took it over.
Over the course of 'The Silence' Whisperingpine sheltered further up north, hearing the falling and tumbling of rocks for himself echoing around him scared the poor cat, leaving him in constant fear for 12 moons of his life as he lived in paranoia that the cats in the mountains were watching him, recalling the names of these cats he learned they are a clan. Thistleclan.
The fear and hatred of the sound of falling rocks run deep within Whisperingpine.
[166/300]

[kaminari.denki]

Username: glitched.
Cat Name: Crow | Crowfeather | Rustle of Crow's Feather in Breeze
Clan: Cats of the Tides
Rank: Solis Watcher

Gender: Male
Age: 40 Moons
Prompt: The sound of crows squawking grates on Crow's nerves like no other. In his previous clan, the sound brought the weight of a prophecy down on his back and made him feel incredibly pressured to live up to standards he didn't feel that he met. Now, in his new home, the sound of the crows is blocked by the forest and Crow enjoys spending his time in the trees and listening to the ocean: which he enjoys so much more. [80/300]

[Placebo]

Username: Placebo
Cat Name: Snakeroot --> Hazeleyes
Clan: Floodclan
Rank: Warrior (Sub Rank: Mercenary/Guard)

Gender: Male
Age: 28 moons
Prompt:

“I’m very disappointed in you, Snakeroot.”

Snakeroot refused to look up into his mother’s eyes. (Couldn’t, even if he wanted.) His jaw ached with her blow, and with the effort to keep his mouth as shut as he could make it. Just like she told him to.

Though the air around him was warm, the silver tom trembled. He could feel the presence of every single member of this bastardization of a group. All eyes on him. And oh, so silent.

The silence of ostracization.

The silence of not one cat coming to his aid.

And why would they? They all hated her, but Snakeroot?

Simply sharing her blood made him just as culpable.

The quiet slipped around his vocal folds like a creeping vine, choking off anything he had to say. As if he had anything to say.

Plip. The softest disruption. A spot of red on the ground, nearly invisible against the haze clouding his eyes. Just as quickly, the silence slunk back into place. Like cotton in his ears. Static.

“One simple task, and you couldn’t even kill it.”

It.

It laid trapped under her paws. It…

...no, She…

She laid ensnared under his mother’s feet, silenced by his mother’s claws in her throat. Snakeroot could feel her terrified eyes on his form, but he dare not look up. The trapped female. Like the public jury, she too, laid silent.

They wouldn’t come to her aid, either.

His mother cut the silence again. “So many expectations lost today, Snakeroot.”

Her claws cut too; a gurgle as they sank into flesh, and then. No more.

Now:

First, silence.

Then, the echo of Manasa’s voice grated against his dark heart.

“Pray that you don’t disappoint me again.”

He wasn’t sure which sound he hated more.