[Hawky<3]

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!

to enter this competition, you must own a founder and at least be at level 1!

to win this cat, write a scene of them teaching another cat or helping out around the clan. feel free to interpret this in different ways, but it must relate back to the prompt! you have 2000 words to accomplish this and no extras. prettying up is encouraged.

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end date: november 20th, 12 AM EST (ask for extensions)

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Description: a white and taupe short-hair with soft orange eyes.

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Siblings: none living

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[denja]

pebblestep ⋆ male ⋆ fifty-two moons
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[ teaching ]

"pebblestep?"
a young, weary voice called.
"what... - what happens next?"

"what do you mean?"

silence.
a breath.
hesitation.

"what...
what happens next?
what happens now?"
sorrow filled the air.
yes, pebblestep had expected this.

the kit, a scrawny, sullen looking cat looked up at him with pleading eyes.
looking up at the one cat they had left in their life.
the cat that always had an answer - always prepared and always with a smile.

however, there were no smiles that day.

the crisp, biting winter wind nipped at pebble's fur as it
swept through the trees, whistling an ambience that perhaps
once would have brought him comfort from the silence.

it was a while before the lilac tom spoke up, staring
off into the distance with tired, amber eyes.
"do you see those mountains over there?"
he said softly, in a near whisper to the kitten huddled
against the warmth of his belly as he cradled it against
the brisk cold that crept into the make-shift den.
"those mountains untouched by the blankets of white?"

a weak nod.

"there is a place, far beyond where we are now.
so far, that even if you stepped over such a mountain,
you still would not see it."
he paused before continuing,
"over there, there is a place where we living cannot go.
it's warm there, you'll be happy to know.
it's warm and has great rolling hills of orange and red,
filled with all things wild and beautiful.

they say, once you pass on from our world, you are lead there."

"by who?"

"by those who now walk with the stars. they are not grounded by
life as we are, they roam freely. they are here to guide us."

"r-right.. now?"
the kit looked around frantically, shock spreading across their face
in the same way it did earlier when they crossed paths with
a rather unfortunate fox with a particularly harsh bout of mange.

"maybe."
pebble shrugged.
"they say they are all around us, always. they watch us, protect us."

"like momma?"

the silence took over once again.

"yes, like your mother."
the reply was quiet and would of easily been
drowned out by the winds washing through the forest.
in a way, the tom almost wish it did silence his words.
"she's over there, past the mountain, past the fields..."

and just like that, the silence blanketed them again.
it was a thoughtful kind of silence however,
basked in the ambience of the world around them.
they had grown more than used to the voices of nature the
past while or so.
they would reach the camp soon, if pebblestep's memory served
correctly.
the kit would be home, and so would he.
they'd be safe there, safe and warm.
warm had been hard to come by lately.

both cats were drifting off into a dreamless slumber when the
small voice spoke again.

"night, night, momma."

pebblestep held his tongue for a while after that.
there were so many things he wanted to say, though didn't dare.
they were too young to deal with the burdens they are currently facing.
a kit with no mother, no kin, no home.
yet thankfully, they had not lost hope.

pebblestep knew they'd find a new home within the clan.


"your mother would be proud."
he whispered.
"so very proud."

a yawn came from the kit.
they pried their sleepy eyes open to look up at pebblestep one
last time before their head fell back down again.
"pebble?"
their words came out in a sleepy slurred manner, though
the older tom listened all the same. he hummed to let them
know he was listening.
"i've been across the mountain - before you came.
i didn't see momma there. did i not look hard enough?"

"perhaps you're not looking right. perhaps, you're not even to
look with your eyes, but something more spiritual."

"how would a cat do that?"
they retorted, bewildered.
"i done that once and walked into a tree!
it hurt! i think i might even have a scar to prove it!"

just as they wildly tried to turn and show off this courageous
battle scar from a bark-shielded enemy, pebble shook his head
and gently pushed them back down with his nose.
"you can tell me all about it tomorrow,"
he purred.
"i promise.


good night."

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warrior of fickleclan

⋆ [ the kit mentioned is an npc ] ⋆

[clarke,]

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𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙
𝘉𝘌 𝘈 𝘋𝘈𝘠, 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘔𝘠
𝘗𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚𝘕'𝘛
𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘕 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 ＦＩＲＥ

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☀ ━ main info
• lady ☀ sweetbriar
• molly ☀ bisexual
• 36 moons old
• loner ☀ warrior

☀ ━ clan information
• drizzleclan
• 3/10 cats [ 7 slots open ]
• by clarke kom skaikru

☀ ━ review
• 10am in human time
• in twoleg town
• 4 miles from ocean

☀ ━ extras in story
• minnowkit - 4 moons old

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there was something to be said about the way she woke up that morning, desperate for something new in her life. though her twolegs were kind, and even loving, lady wanted something more than dry pellets, a fake mouse toy, and feathers to play with. she had heard rumors of clan cats, but though she dreamed many times of joining the wild cats, she always woke up in the same lumpy bed she went to sleep in every night. she waited by the door for her twoleg to open it, which they didn't oblige her request for some time, but eventually they opened it (unaware of her presence) and she ran out. she heard them calling her name, "lady!" but it didn't seem important enough for her to stop. the sun shone down on her white fur as she walked, unsure of her destination. few cats bothered her, though some snickered under their breath upon seeing her collar, which made her feel self conscious. i'll take it off, lady decided, her eyes flicking back and forth across the street, looking for something to remove her collar with. she spotted a sharp piece of metal sticking out of a ladder on the side of a twoleg den. she bent down and put the sharp end between her collar and neck and gave a fierce tug. with a snap it broke in half and fell into the ground. feeling liberated, lady picked up the collar and flung it into a foul-smelling bin. she had seen her twolegs take their discards to it before, so it felt freeing to do the same with her collar. from there, the brown and white she-cat was unsure what to do. until she heard the faint meowing of a kitten close by. she glanced up, her eyes wide. she padded closer to the noise, finding a small kitten stuck in what looked like a pipe. the little blue-gray she-cat squeaked loudly when she saw lady, so she backed up just a little bit. "hello little one, i'm not here to hurt you, just to help!" she told the kitten, glancing at the pipe. "what are you doing in there?" she said, holding back a mild laugh.
"i was chasing a mouse!" the she-kit said defiantly. "only, when i turned back around, i got stuck!"
"well, you're definitely stuck. can you wiggle at all?" lady asked, sniffing around the pipe.
"just a little." the blue kitten meowed, wiggling against the cold metal slightly. "it's hard to breathe!" she said, dismayed. "my mother is going to be furious if i can't get out,"
"don't worry, i think i can fit my paw in there and scoop you out. you'll just have to move to the right as much as you can, little one."
"won't your claws hurt me?" the kitten said, fear in her wide eyes. lady cleared her throat and shook her head.
"don't worry, i don't have any claws, so they won't hurt you. are you ready?" she asked, getting a nod from the blue kit. she forced her paw into the side of the pipe and got it behind her tail, before pulling with all her strength. the blue kitten squealed as she got free, hopping around on her tiny legs and small, short ears. lady smiled at her.
"i'm minnowkit, who are you?" minnowkit was purring so loud lady thought her chest might burst. minnowkit's name seemed vaguely familiar, like she had heard it before, but she dismissed her thought quickly to focus on the kit.
"my name is lady, now, where is your mother? where is your home?" she asked, chuckling quietly as she realized minnowkit was barely listening and was watching lady's tail as it flicked back and forth. "minnowkit, where's your home?"
"oh! right!" minnowkit said. "it's near the ocean, by a bunch of caves. i was traveling and got lost," she shrugged, before returning her attention back to lady's white and brown tail.
"you're in luck! i can find my way to the ocean, but you have to stick by my side. do you think you can do that?" lady asked, her face skeptical as minnowkit nodded right before pouncing on lady's tail.
"usually, wasptail doesn't like new cats coming onto clan land, but since you saved me, i can convince them to let you stay with us!" lady's eyes lightened as she realized why she had heard the name before; in clans, all of their kittens ended with -kit. her old neighbor used to tell her about it. then, not to get her hopes up ( after all, she doubted minnowkit had much influence in her clan) lady shook her head.
"i'm only taking you home, to make sure you stay out of trouble. so come on, let's get you home."

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a few hours later, minnowkit began claiming she was positive they were on drizzleclan's land and that she could find her way back from there. but as worrisome as lady was, she couldn't leave this kit to wander by herself on a windy moor with predators that would make an easy meal out of a little kit. so on they traveled, with minnowkit meowing especially loud as she got more confident and comfortable around lady. two cats came into view, one a smoke tortoiseshell and the other a ginger tabby. minnowkit shrieked in excitement as she recognized her mother, the smoke tortoiseshell, before darting off. then, suddenly the blue she-cat paused and glanced back, her eyes blinking. "aren't you coming to meet my family, lady?" unable to say no, lady padded after her; ready to say hello to her new fate.
[ 941 words ]

[este11e]

Username: 1 1 : 1 1
Cat Name: heatherdawn

Gender: shecat
Rank: warrior
Age: thirty five moons
Clan: twilightclan

Prompt: (2000 words max)
wip, showing elkshadow around camp when he first arrived

[.forever.]

Username: .forever.
Cat Name: Paleflight

Gender: Molly
Rank: Hunter
Age: 16 moons
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water


Prompt: Aiding in training of the hunters apprentice Robinpaw as well as stepping forward to be the temp med cat

[muttgirl310]

Username: Muttgirl310
Cat Name: Shadowcall

Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Age: 35 Moons
Clan: Pikaclan

Prompt:
WIP (2000 words max)

[StormSerpent]

Username: StormSerpent
Cat Name: MeadowPaw

Gender: female
Rank: apprentice
Age: 10 moons
Clan: LotusClan

Prompt: (2000 words max)
resss

[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name:

Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Age:
Clan:

Prompt: (2000 words max)

Possible res c:

[yellowpip1]

Username: Yellowpip1
Cat Name: Willowfur

Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Age: 56 moons
Clan: Orchardclan

Prompt:
(1383/2000)

It was the middle of Greenleaf, hot and dry. Willowfur had been given the task of patrolling the clan’s territory. He wasn’t too pleased about it because he had previously been lying in the sun and cleaning his fur, though he is not very motivated he still is true to the clan and gets on with his duties.

It was half way through his shift and he decided to take a break by a small stream to cool off, Willowfur took a few sips of water when he heard a rustle of shrubs on the other side, he looked up but saw nothing. Closing his eyes, he sighed and began drinking again. He then heard the rustling again but this time before he looked up, the tom looked at a reflection of a young apprentice in the water. Willowfur stood up trying to use his size to intimidate the youngster however he could see that the cat was scared but was foolishly brave and stood his ground. This gave Willowfur enough time to examine the apprentice, it was a small calico tom not much older than 10 moons and not from Orchardclan but from a neighbouring clan.

“You do know that this is the border of Orchardclan?”

Willowfur questioned this young cat’s intentions. The youngster nodded. Without warnings he crouched ready to pounce if the time called for it.
He then spoke,

“I am training to be a warrior and decided it was best to patrol our borders for enemy cats.”

Willowfur looked at this cat and laughed. Shaking his head and sat down knowing that this young tom was no threat to him.

“I am not one to fight another especially in this peaceful time, also it’s not my policy to fight young arrogant apprentices. Don’t you know the warrior code, this is what your training to be isn’t… a warrior. It’s basic knowledge that all cats need to know. It states that an honourable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defence.”

The youngster looked baffled, he wasn’t sure how to react to a confident cat like Willowfur, he gulped and sat down too trying to act relaxed and calm.

“I know the warrior code! I have been practicing and training to become the best and bravest warrior in our clan!”

The young tom proclaimed, puffing up his chest. Willowfur shrugged, Great another youngest with unrealistically large ambitions, he thought. Willowfur was never a motivated cat when he was young and didn’t strive to become the best, because he knew that it would be impossible for him. He particularly didn’t like other cats that shouted loud and proud about their strengths and accomplishments, that just wasn’t his style. Willowfur is more of a tactician and out witting his opponents, he knew strength was needed to be a good warrior, but it would only get you so far in life and he knew that at a very young age.

“You know kid, there is more to life then becoming a diehard warrior that goes out everyday to train, live your life a little while your young. Yes, becoming a warrior is impressive but at some point, you are going to hit a brick wall and reach your full potential in physical strength, you need mental strength as well.”

The tom explained. Willowfur hated lecturing others, but a young cat like this had a lot of potential.
The apprentice concentrated on what Willowfur was saying, he knew that trying to understand the lesson and learning from this older tom would be valuable even if Willowfur was from another clan. He nodded, and asked,

“What sort of strength can I get from training my mind?”

Willowfur looked around,

“Hmmm I guess it is important for fighting.”

He looked over to the apprentice who was listening intently with eyes wide open.

“Knowing whether to fight or flee, its called the fight or flight response. Cats like you who know no difference will jump into a fight without thinking of the consequences and end up getting killed. Fleeing is just as good as a strategy as fighting, after all you can regroup with your clan and come back stronger. It takes practice and it depends on each situation you are faced with.”

Willowfur licked his paw showing no aggression towards the young tom, when he suddenly made eye contact and smiled.

“How about I test you youngster and see what you got?”

The apprentice looked shocked and unprepared, but he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. He nodded.

“If your clan was flighting an enemy and you were told to look after an injured comrade, but was confronted by 2 enemy cats who where willing to fight you and kill the injured, what would you do?”

The young cat puffed up his chest and spoke with confidence,

“I would fight! And protect my clan mate, I would probably be stronger than the other two if I do enough training, after all that’s the pride of a warrior!”

Willowfur spat at the cat,

“PRIDE isn’t helpful when you are dead!”

He exclaimed with rage!

“If you fight one of the cats then the other would kill your friend, but if you protect your friend than the cats would fight you both. You would ultimately die, think carefully about the situation.”

The apprentice looked down with guilt, he was unexperienced how should he know what to do.

“What should I do then? How can I fight and protect my clan member?”

The youngster was getting desperate after his confidence was crushed.

“Use your surroundings, observe what is going on in that situation, use a distraction. For example, a day like today, dry soil.”

He padded the soil and a dust of ground puffed up into the air. The young cat looked confused not understanding what the tom was trying to say.

“Dust! use the dust! Hit up some dust into the eyes of the enemy to blind them temporally. And use that as an escape to pick up you clan member to flee.”

The apprentice looked stunned he had never thought about using a strategy like this one.

“But surely that is considered cowardly!”

The youngsters looked concerned and not convinced of what Willowfur was saying.

“Listen, using a strategy like this isn’t cowardly, it doesn’t break any rules. You’re just using you surrounding to your advantage, after all its better than death. Also, you did what you were told to do, help and defend your wounded clan mate! You weren’t supposed to fight, and you would have died in that situation anyway. Besides after you have taken you injured comrade back to the clan, then you can…”

At that moment the apprentice interrupted Willowfur and said

“And regroup with the clan and come back stronger.”

The youngster nodded knowing now what the older tom was saying before, he looked embarrassed and couldn’t look Willowfur in the eyes.

“Looks like you’re finally getting it, your sounding more like a warrior now, good that’s what I want to hear. A realistic strategy,”

Willowfur smiled at the tom impressed with his response.

“Now scram! An apprentice like you shouldn’t be doing a warrior’s job with out a mentor. You are too young and inexperienced. What would you have done if I attacked you?”

The warrior stood up and looked down at the young cat, the apprentice got up to his feet and smiled at the warrior, closing his eyes as thanks for giving him a new insight. He turned and started to run back into the shrubs, but stopped just before and looked round to the warrior again,

“What is your name?”

Willowfur eyes widen he never expected the young cat to show respect like this and ask for his name.

“Willowfur, I am a warrior of Orchardclan however I was given the nickname of The Tactician of Orchardclan.”

The apprentice eyes light up he was now inspired to become just like Willowfur a respected member of the clan. He jumped into the shrubs leaving the older tom by the stream. Willowfur turned and strolled on back to his duty of patrolling the boarders, he smiled thinking to himself. Kits these days…

[dimi.]

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