[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!

this cat may not be traded until: may 26th, 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 this competition, you must own a founder and at least be at level 1!

to win this cat, tell me their usual sleeping position and why they like it so much. you have 300 words for an explanation and an extra of 1 art piece!

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[b]Extra:[/b] (+1 art piece)

end date: 4/6/19 at 12 AM EST

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Description: a long-haired black mackerel tabby with dark green eyes.

Other Features: none
Siblings: none living

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[Trickz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Cat Name: Fungusfang

Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Age: 21 Moons
Clan: CreekClan

Prompt: (97 Words)
Fungusfang likes to sleep on his side due to a few reasons. First, it is very comfortable for him. His muscles don’t feel tugged the wrong way at all. Second, his deceased mate used to sleep like this, and he accommodated to it to give her a tribute and found out he actually enjoyed laying like this. Third, it is a lot different from how his clanmates sleep. Fungusfang has always strived to be unique, even to the way he walks. This seemed like a good opportunity for him to be different and he kept to it.

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[Birchii]

Username: Birchii
Cat Name: Fernshade

Gender: Molly
Rank: warrior
Age: 16 moons
Clan: GealachClan

Prompt: Fernshade sleeps towards the entrance of the warriors’ den; she found a little nook in the rocky wall beside the opening and claimed it as her nest-spot. She’s quite content there; sunlight gently trickles into the den on a morning, and though she can feel a breeze when one sweeps by, she’s tucked away enough that it doesn’t chill her. The other added benefit of being so close to the entrance is that no other cats particularly like that spot; those leaving and entering the den for patrols and such will often disturb others when picking their way through the den. Fernshade may be a light sleeper, but she is often one of the first awake and out of the den on a morning, so she’s rarely ever bothered during her slumber. Her favoured sleeping position is curled tightly into a ball, feet tucked beneath her, and tail wrapped around her. Not only does she find it immensely comfortable, it’s a habit she picked up from when she was a rogue; her body heat is less likely to escape, making it a warm bundle of fluffy, sleeping stripes in her heather nest. Fernshade also sleeps this way particularly for that moment of bliss after she wakes - luxuriously stretching out her legs, claws gently scraping the den floor as she reaches out as far as she possibly can, ridding her body of aches and sleep.
[235 words]

[denja]

Username: denja
Cat Name: briarpelt

Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Age: forty moons
Clan: fickleclan

Prompt: wip!
Extra: (+1 art piece)

[Ladyskittels]

Username: Ladyskittels
Cat Name: Duskcloud

Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Age: 22 moons
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan

Prompt:

Duskcloud liked to sleep in the same position since he was a kit- with his legs stretched straight out not because it was the only way he could fit in with the rest of the litter, but because it was the most comfortable- and only- way the black tabby was able to fall asleep. The position earned him the nickname Zombie because it looked like he was digging his way out of a grave the way he was on his back with his legs fully stretched out. Duskcloud hated that he slept like this because of the nickname his family members bestowed on him and the teasing that ensued because of it. He tried to force himself to sleep normally- especially when he grew older and started searching for a mate to call his own.

He eventually found one that loved him dearly; there was just one problem. Bramblefur, Duskcloud's mate, never knew his mate's secret sleeping position. Being ashamed of the way he slept, Duskcloud forced himself to lie next to his mate as the tom drifted off to sleep, unable to fall asleep himself unless it was in his usual weird position. Once morning broke, Duskcloud would rise first and cuddle up to the sleeping tom beside him once more so he would never be judged like he was when he was younger.

Duskcloud struggled to decide whether or not to open up to his love, but never got the chance as he passed away before he got the chance. Duskcloud's biggest regret is that he was never completely honest with the love of his life. With his mate's passing, he decided that from then on he wouldn't hide anything about himself to anyone again; it wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

[294 words]

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[ꪶ ιzαя∂ѕρσтѕ.]

Username: hot-second
Cat Name: Brackenstripe ---> Brackenfall

Gender: Tom
Rank: Elder
Age: 89 Moons
Clan: HawthornClan

Prompt:
Almost fifty moons ago, Brackenstripe was making his way to the slick Cottonmouth Rocks during a patrol when he spied a small pair of pale yellow eyes staring back at him from the drooling cliff above. A panicked shine glittered over the orbs and they quickly disappeared from view, leaving Brackenstripe very little to assume what'd happened; however, he needn't to. Impulse behaviour and a quick thought of what he'd been patrolling out here for was what sent him tearing up the rocks after the little yellow mirrors, a hot flash of confused anger screwing up his expression. "Get back here!" He roared, kicking out a few pebbles in his fury, his claws screaming into the eroded surfaces of the boulders to keep his grip; however, they didn't help much when the rock may have been roughed with age, but was glossy with water and thick, slimy moss. The accident sent him falling backwards down the slope screaming, paws flailing helplessly in the air as they tried to grab something- anything- until he collided with the rocks below and all went dark.
He woke up in the medicine cat's den a few days later, rotting in both the pain of excruciating flares in several points on his spine and directly on the flat of his skull, and having his warrior title stolen so early from him. Brackenstripe, now Brackenfall, has found out that if he lays with his body sprawled out on it's side, chin planted firmly onto the ground beneath him, he can escape the pain- until he has to sit up for a meal or otherwise, of course. He now spends most of his day sleeping in this position, unmoving, keeping himself comfortable this way and firmly believing that it makes him feel better than any herb could.

[300 Words]

Extra: here's the drawing!

[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Cat Name: Birchpaw | Birchthorn
Gender: male
Rank: apprentice
Age: 13 moons
Clan: Ridgeclan

Prompt: Birchpaw wouldn’t consider his sleeping position strange, at least he didn’t think so, but of course if you asked anyone who’d seen him sleep before they would say otherwise. He couldn’t tell you when it had started, sometime when he was a kit if he’d have to guess but from what he can remember he’d always slept like that. All stretched out and curled together at the same time. It had made sleeping next to his mother and sibling Adderpaw a bit difficult, but he’d managed as long as he put his back to there's.

At one point Birchpaw had tried sleeping differently, had curled up on his belly in his next like many of the other cats slept. He’d fallen asleep at least, but when he woke up he was on his back, stretched and curled together just like always. He’d given up changing after that, not like he slept next to anyone anymore so why would it matter?

Okay, that was a lie it mattered and he carried if only because he did want to sleep next to someone. Anyone with eyes could see Birchpaw had a crush on the leader's daughter and while his sleeping position shouldn’t have been his first worry it was still at the top of his list. He slept on his back, with his legs stretched fully out and his body curled towards itself, his head almost folded under his back legs. It wasn’t normal and so far Birchpaw hadn’t found a way to change it, no matter how much he wished too.
Extra: (+1 art piece) wip

[Cinxer]

Username: babypizza
Cat Name: acornstem

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

Prompt: (316 words)
as any early warrior would, acornstem liked to show off for the pretty mollies. About a moons ago he made the mistake of trying to hunt baby birds. Cats in oakclan often used the trees to their advantage so this wasn’t an uncommon experience.
Acornstem sniffed until he came upon a nest nearby. Creeping steadily along the branches he motioned with his tail to rabbitnose down below to let her know he found something. Upon reaching the nest he peered into the bundle of twigs and leaves. Three spotted blue eggs sat before him.
”how do you feel about egg drop soup?” he joked to rabbitnose.
”oh just hurry up before fadedstar sees us. You know she doesn’t want any cat in the trees until all the snow has completely melted!”
“Don’t be such a stump, fadedstar will never know”.
Just then a strange noise came from above, a sort of choking noise acornstem had never heard before. He looked up just in time to see the mother birds talons just a whiskers length away.
”acornstem! Look out!” called rabbitnose. But it was too late, the bird collided with the young tom sending him down the tree hitting several branches on the way down.
The next thing he knew he was in the medicine cats den, rabbitnose leaning over him worriedly. Her nose was the slightest shade of pink which contrasted highly with her white fur. Could he be in starclan? No of course not. Rabbitnose was still alive and so was he.
Turns out he had broken ribs on both sides of his body. Pinetail had ordered him to sleep on his back until they were fully healed, and to ensure this he put bundles of moss on each of acornstem’s flanks. Since then acornstem has found it quite comfortable laying on his back, mouth open and paws crossed. Especially with rabbitnose now beside him.
Extra: https://chickensmoothieartcomps.tumblr. ... -acornstem

[Red weasel]

Username: Red weasel
Cat Name: Thrushclaw

Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Age: 45 moons
Clan:Ursaclan

Prompt: "I sleep with one eye open" the Tom growled. After a moment he rose to his feet. "Don't dry humor? To bad. That's what you get for bugging you. I'll tell you, but only because of your one of us, and there's a method to my madness. I sleep curled up, but with my paws untucked. Ya see, you can never be too careful when it comes to self-defense. Before my clan days, ti was worse, you can't trust anyone. You gotta sleep lightly and be ready for an attack. Keep your paws untouched, and any approaching threat will feel the fury of your claws. What, do you not like my response. I didn't live as a rouge cat off luck alone, in fact, my sleeping tactic was very useful. There are cats out there with the scares to prove it too. You have to fight with all you've got to survive in this world."

Thrushclaw narrowed his eyes at the questioning look of a cat nearby. "What? What's wrong?" he hissed. "Oh...I see." He looked down, a little ashamed of his temper.

"Yes, I guess it does seem odd for me to be so defensive in the clan. We are well protected...I guess, but truly, do you think no attack could ever come upon us? Maybe I am over defensive, but it's better safe than sorry. I have lost too much to fully believe in safety just because there are more cats around me. It's a rather comfortable sleeping position anyways, and who doesn't want to sleep in comfort......sorry if I ever swipe at you while I'm sleeping I usually have my bearing, but mistakes happen."

[Sixbane]

Username: Sixbane
Cat Name: Mudripple

Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Age: 60 moons
Clan: Gladeclan

Prompt: "Are yeh' daft? I Don't have the time to sleep." he scoffs as he rolls his shoulders "Get this, get that, watch fer' gators." His accent is thick with an unusual drawl that doesn't quite match any real one you've heard before. "But if yeh' really wanna know more about me, I guess I can show yeh" He struts over to a nearby boulder, flopping hard on his side with a heavy 'whump' before rolling on his back and stretching out his leg, resting it atop the stone. "Now yeh see I'd usually do this under a bush in der' camp but since there is none I'll settle for showin' ya here. I got this bad leg y'see, I can still walk and run and ain't gonna stop me from getting those mice- but I sleep on it wrong it gets all stiff and I can't walk right all morning, mess up your whole day with that strife. Gotta stretch it out good." He lets out a gruff laugh.

"Never knew what happened to it, just always been bad. Slept like this since I was little Mudkit. Thats where I got my name, even. Laying on my back in the mud." His eyes grow a bit misty for days long past him "Ehr well. Yeh' best be moving along. Now that I'm here I might as well sneak in a cat nap. He wiggles a little to get comfortable in the soil, content to take this as an excuse to enjoy the midday sun.
254/300
Extra: I will if i get the time