[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, explain their biggest regret. you can do this with 1000 words max. there is also an optional extra of another 500 words or 1 art piece.

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end date: 1/18/19 at 12 AM EST

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Description: a blue sepia point with white spotting and green eyes.

Other Features: a torn ear.
Siblings: none living

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[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Cat Name: Thunderstrike

Gender: Tom
Rank: Elder
Age: 116 Moons
Clan: Wishclan

Prompt:
Wip!
Res. w/ wishing he'd put time aside to have a mate and kits

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Art Piece

[paper planets]

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res!!

[SurgeFire]

Nevermind.

[liightning]

Username: liightning
Cat Name: Rain ---> Rainstorm

Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Age: 15 moons
Clan: DeltaClan

Prompt: [1000 + 500 extra = 1500 words total]

"Y-you're not going to leave him, right?" Rain stammered, voice barely heard over the wind and rain.

"You going to do anything about it?" The gray kit loomed over him, tail-tip twitching dangerously. Two other littermates, a dark gray tom and a pale gray she-cat, erupted into a chorus of taunting laughs from behind his oldest brother.

"Stop, the kid's too scared, Thunder," sneered Ash, teeth flashing in the light.

"Just let him die, and it'll be one less burden for all of us!" snickered Mist, blue eyes glinting dangerously.

"I-I..." Rain's legs trembled. He cast a terrified glance down at the dark swirling water. The alley had flooded quickly with the torrents of rain, but they'd all escaped quickly - except Little, who was small and weak and the runt of the litter. For a terrifying moment, his eyes scanned the frothing waves as he wondered if he was already too late. Then, he spotted the tiny scrap of fur. Little, with his skinny little legs and pale fur, was clinging onto a tiny ledge protruding from the wall. The blue point let out another pitiful wail, which was returned with more laughing from Ash, Mist, and Thunder.

"Come with us, Rain. You're smart enough to leave him and go."

Rain shifted anxiously. Fury bubbled up within him, and he finally blurted, "You're a bully!"

Thunder took a step forward, eyes narrowed. He flicked his shredded ears with interest. "Tell me, Rain - what about you? If I'm a bully, then where do you stand?"

"At least I don't leave my brothers to drown," Rain protested. "I'm not a bully."

"Right, and you're not an upstander, either," Thunder chuckled. "You're always neutral. This world only has room for those who can take sides. It's a world of black and white, of blood and flesh, and there's nowhere for wimps like you to lie around whining all day." He jerked his muzzle toward the alleyway. "If you wanna come with us, you better leave him."

Rain couldn't believe his ears. "I can't leave him! Are you out of your mind?"

"I know what I said," Thunder responded coldly, taking a step back toward Ash and Mist, who watched with narrowed eyes and flicking tails. "Last chance. Let the water claim his sorry life." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Or save him and die yourself. I couldn't care less."

Rain glanced at Little, whose paws were sliding off the slippery surface. With a cry of sheer terror, the kit clung onto the very edge for dear life, the rising water lapping hungrily at his tail and legs. His eyes were wide with terror, and he glanced up at Rain as if pleading for help. He felt like the right thing was to leap right off the roof to save his helpless little brother, who he'd never stood up for a single time in his life, but he was frozen, rooted to the ground. It was too late, he realized, as Little's paw lost grip and the
tiny kit was swallowed by the water. "No!" he cried, shaking with fear and shock and grief.

Thunder smirked, his lip curling over sharp teeth. "Idiot," he spat. "He's dead - and since you were so concerned for him, you can die, too." Rain barely heard his brother as he was searching frantically for a pale head bobbing above the waves, but he saw nothing, no sign that poor Little had survived.

When he turned back to his littermates they were gone, swallowed by the rain and the storm.

...

The wind whistled past, soft at the moment but quickly gaining power. Rain was heavy in the air, dark clouds gathering on the horizon. A storm was coming. A heavy one, in fact, judging by the rumble of distant thunder.

Rain shivered, the wind biting his pelt. He hurried through the marsh, weaving through brittle reeds that rattled with each gust. If he didn't find shelter soon, he would be subject to the fury of the storm.

As if by luck, the river lead to a small island. He hurried closer, clearing the river in one stride, and slipped into a crack in a rock just as thunder boomed. The steady patter of rain faded away as he padded tentatively into the dark space, pawsteps echoing in the stone.

"Who are you?"

Rain froze, fur bristling at the sudden voice that greeted him from the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he made out shapes on the ground - nests, woven out of reed. One cat rose from a nest and paused as if scrutinizing him.

"H-hello," Rain stammered, dipping his head. "I apologize. I didn't mean to intrude."

The cat took a step forward, pale fur glowing in the dim light. His sharp blue eyes narrowed. "Well," he finally meowed, a new edge to his voice. "Look what the storm washed in."

A blinding flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the stranger's features, outlining a narrow frame and long legs. There was something so odd, yet familiar about this cat...

"No way. Little," Rain finally managed to stammer, stumbling back. "Little."

"It's Petrelflight now," his brother corrected sharply, gaze raking over him like a fox watching prey. "You look... different, Rain."
Rain's legs trembled and he couldn't stop them. "N-no. You're dead. You drowned. I saw you, there was no way you could've survived. I-" he broke off, taking a shuddering breath, eyes still fixed on Petrelflight.

"I'm alive. No thanks to you."

"Listen, I'm so sorry, I regret my decision so much, I should've stood up for you or saved you-"

"I didn't need any saving." Petrelflight turned away from him, scowling, tail-tip twitching in anger. "The flood washed me into the forest, where a group of cats took me in. Kind cats, unlike my own littermates."

Rain opened his jaws, but nothing came out. Petrelflight was right, and there was nothing he could do that could justify how he'd treated his brother.

"I could kick you out right this moment if I wanted to," Petrelflight growled, stalking away from him. "You deserve the storm."

"B-but you're not that cruel," Rain offered weakly. "Except it would be worth it. Ample punishment for what I've done."

Petrelflight didn't respond.

"You're right. I'll leave right now. I can face the storm if you did so at 4 moons old." Rain rose to his paws and padded towards the entrance, cringing when the spray of rain splashed in his face. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the cold rain battering his back, when he heard a call - "Wait."

Rain paused, glancing back at Petrelflight, who had turned back. "Fine. You can stay, but it's up to Wrenstar how long afterwards."

"Thank you," Rain breathed, padding back into the den. "Thank you." And he meant it.

...

"Rain, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your own life?"

"I do," Rain responded softly.

"Then, by the powers of our warrior ancestors, I name you Rainstorm. We honor your loyalty and wisdom, and we welcome you as a full warrior of DeltaClan." Wrenstar stepped forward to rest her muzzle on Rainstorm's head, and Rainstorm licked her shoulder respectfully.

"Rainstorm! Rainstorm! Rainstorm!" the Clan chanted. Eyes bright, he glanced around the camp, seeking out Petrelflight. His brother frowned at him before joining the chant.

...

"So. Your new horrible name," Petrelflight grumbled, settling down with Rainstorm on the side of the camp with a plump trout. He ripped a chunk out of the underside and chewed crossly. "I thought you hated storms."

"I do," Rainstorm admitted. Mirroring Petrelflight, he tore a small piece from the fish.

"I thought Wrenstar asked what you wanted. You could've picked literally anything else. Rainsnail, Rainweakling, Rainidiot."

Surprised, Rainstorm laughed. Petrelflight was grumpy and cross, but underneath his prickly attitude was a hidden playful side that he rarely got to see. "I picked Rainstorm because... you know. I wanted to forever remember the storm that separated us, and the storm that brought us together. The storm that saved you from Thunder, from me, and the storm that let you save me."

Petrelflight wrinkled his muzzle as if he couldn't decide if he should bite Rainstorm or laugh. "I still hate you, you know," he finally snapped, whiskers twitching crossly. "Don't think saying mushy gushy brother stuff helps anything, because it makes me hate you more."

"Thanks," Rainstorm purred as he licked the last bone clean. "I know you loooooove me."

"Ha. Don't count on it." Petrelflight wrinkled his muzzle again before rising to his paws. "Come on, slowpoke, it'll be sunset by the time we get to the delta."

"Last one there is a duck!" Rainstorm yelped, bolting after his brother into the marsh.

"Minnow-brain, you don't even know where-" Petrelflight protested before taking chase.

The brothers dashed into the marsh, leaving reeds swaying in their wake, their joyful laughs drifting up to the sky.

...

(characters used: Little / Petrelflight - Thunder, Ash, Mist (NPCs) - Wrenstar)

[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Cat Name: Glade [Soon to be Glade]

Gender: Male
Rank: Loner [soon to be Ambassador]
Age: 42 moons
Clan: Fadedclan

Prompt: leaving Riverstar when he needed her most / leaving his future kits
Glade had always been a wanderer, wip
Extra: some art of him and Riverstar

[Goner.]

Username: Goner.
Cat Name: Smoketail

Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Age: 52 Moons
Clan: Autumnclan

Prompt:

"I wish I could tell her how proud I was." Smoketail sighed and laid his body down. "She was disobedient and oblivious, but she worked so hard to make sure others were happy." He sniffed, wiping his nose with his paw and choking back tears.

His daughter, Splashpaw, had passed away a few days prior. She was a very fun-loving apprentice. All she ever did was play in the water. Even when she was supposed to be training to become a warrior. She was excellent at hunting fish, and even better at swimming. But sadly, she wasn't excellent enough at swimming. One day, she played a little too close to the rapids and was dragged under and eventually drowned, trying to swim to safety.

When the clan realized Splashpaw had gone missing, they sent out a search party. Smoketail was the one who found her down stream, lifeless on the riverbed. He bolted over and tried his best to revive her, but once he realized that she was gone, he broke down, screaming. The others heard him and came over to see the tragedy. A piece of Smoketail had been destroyed that day. All because he wasn't with her.

"I shouldn't have been so hard on her. I should've spent more time with her." He looked down at Autumnclan's pet mouse, Squeak, and frowned. "I don't even know why I'm talking to a mouse. You probably cant understand me anyway." Squeak made a quiet chirp before cuddling up to Smoketail's arm. Smoketail let out a tiny chuckle, "Or maybe you can. Thank you for listening to me, Squeak."

Smoketail sat up and looked towards the stars in the night sky. His eyes began to glisten as tears started to stream down his cheeks. "Splashpaw," he began, "If you can hear me, I just want you to know that I'm sorry I was hard on you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you all of the things I wanted to tell you. I'm sorry your life was cut short. I hope you know that I think you were the most clever apprentice I've ever met. You were an amazing hunter. Everyone loved being around you because you always put a smile on their face. One more thing I want to say to you."

"I'm so proud of you, Splashpaw. I always have been and I always will be."

[cattlegender]

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[TheLilLeopard]

nvm

[geto]

res