[Miavinn]

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 August 2, 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.


In the spirit of graduations going on this time of year (and in honor of my own!), tell me about this cat's naming ceremony.
How did they feel? Did they like the name they ended up with? Are they happy with what their rank is in the clan?
(You do not have to answer these exact questions; they are simply meant to prompt you)
100 word min, 400 word max.

Username: Eyeris
Cat Name: Lucille
Clan: West Egg
Rank: Soldier

Gender: Molly
Age: 29 moons
Description: Black tortie with light green eyes

Other Features: None
Siblings: None living

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Dam: Foundation
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Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:

Gender: (afab)
Age:

Prompt:

[Ladyskittels]

Username: Ladyskittels
Cat Name: Lichenfury
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan (link in sig)
Rank: warrior

Gender: (afab)
Age: 13 moons

Prompt:
Lichenpaw woke early on the morning of her naming ceremony, feeling worry in the pit of her stomach. What if they pick the wrong name for me? Or what if they don't call my name at all? Should I even bother showing up? Thoughts raced through her head at dizzying speed, making her feel a bit ill.

The molly took in a shaky breath as she tried to focus on something else. "Maybe it won't be that bad...." she murmured a lie to herself, but it only made the thoughts race faster. Today was the day of her naming ceremony; the day she left behind her childhood and became a member of the adult community of the clan. Her heart raced in her chest, galloping faster than her thoughts. She couldn't breathe.

"It'll be alright, young one." The calming voice of the fawn bicolored queen said gently, offering her a small berry. "Eat this, it'll take away the nerves and help you calm down a bit. Trust me, dear."

Lichenpaw nodded and took the berry into her mouth without a fuss. She chewed it quickly, wanting the effect more than she wanted to savor the sweet flavor. After she swallowed, she breathed a sigh of relief as she waited for the calming effect to take a hold of her. "Thank you, Fallowbreeze," the tortoiseshell cat breathed as she felt her thoughts and heart slow to a more manageable pace. "I needed that."

"Of course," the female said with a smile. "Now get going- you don't want to be late to your own naming ceremony do you?"

Lichenpaw shook her head and hurried to the tree where the naming ceremony was beginning. Taking her place among the other graduating apprentices, the she-cat couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in all that she had accomplished. There would be no way she would be able to do this even a few moons ago, and for that she couldn't be happier.

When it was her turn to receive her warrior name, the female walked up to the deputy and took a steadying breath. She couldn't help but wonder at what the suffix of her name would be. The leader thought long and hard before deciding upon the suffix -fury, for her relentless willpower and ability to overcome challenges.

Lichenfury, warrior of Glacial Blizzard Clan. It was perfect; it was her name.
[399 / 400 words]

[Trickz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Cat Name: Quickleap
Clan: CreekClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 14 Moons

Prompt: (282 Words)
Sun shined down on CreekClan territory, giving all the cats warm emotions and happy thoughts, especially the two young cat who was being made warriors right now.

"Peachpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Peachflower. You have shown dedication and affection for all the kits in the nursery. Care for them well."

Quickpaw watched on, her tortoiseshell body trembling and bristling, anticipation making her paws dance. She couldn't wait to be made a warrior. She has been working for this her entire life and the day had finally arrived.

"Quickpaw, please step forward," Briarstar called, looking at the she-cat with a kind smile. She knew just how excited Quickpaw was.

'Please name me Quickshadow or Quickstorm.' She thought, tail curling. 'I want to be named something super cool so other cats know not to mess with me.'

"Do you, Quickpaw, pledge to be a loyal warrior of CreekClan, no matter the scenario. Do you promise to defend this clan with your life if you need to?"

Quickpaw nodded, giving the familiar, "I do," and staring up at her leader with excitement in her eyes.

"Then with the power invested in me by our warrior ancestors, I now name you Quickleap. You have shown yourself to be a strong and powerful warrior, remember these traits and make yourself a stronger cat based off of them."

Quickleap frowned, unhappy with her name. Quickleap? What kind of name was that? Briarstar must have seen her face because she came forward after ending the ceremony and meowed, "Something wrong?"

Quickleap paused, trying to debate if she wanted to bring up the name situation but decided against it. "No Briarstar, I'm okay. Thank you."

[persona]

Username: persona
Cat Name: Hollowtail
Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 59 moons

Prompt: Hollowtail's warrior ceremony was smooth sailing. She wasn't nervous - more excited than anything - because she had personally requested her new name. She had been originally named River-, but one day suddenly got attached to the Hollow- prefix, despite it not being a prefix any sane cat would want on them. It'd been a shock to the clan for Riverpaw to have gotten a whole new name because that was rare; and unfortunately it fed into her already large ego.

She's self-centered and wanted it to be her special day, but unfortunately apprentices are given a single warrior ceremony in waves; if there's a group of apprentices within a moon of each other, they get their names together because it's hard to rally the clan together for meetings. Hollowtail was just on the cusp of being able to be given her name separately from the other apprentices, but Rosestar decided against it for reasons unknown. And thus, Hollowtail had acted a bit more snotty than she should've, hanging with her posse of friends and acting like since she was the oldest, she gets special treatment first. (It didn't ruin her day, but it did others.)

[Eyeris]

Username: Senbeat
Cat Name: Stopthief Lucille
Clan: West Egg
Rank: Soldier

Gender: Molly
Age: 29 moons

Prompt: She cowered under the Clan’s eyes, her head lowered shamefully as she shuddered under the leader’s watchful gaze.
Buchanan. His name was Buchanan, and he had been the one to find her stealing prey from their territory. “Be thankful I found you,” he had whispered to her gruffly as he escorted her back to camp for a public trial. “With how close you were to Wolfden, they would’ve made short work of you.”

The wait for the other Clan cats to gather had been torturous, if not absolutely humiliating. As Buchanan called for them, she could feel their judgmental gazes piercing into her, like sharpened claws ripping into her soft pelt.
She was certain, without a doubt, that her punishment would be slow and painful. The way these cats glared at her almost guaranteed it. It was obvious they were disgusted by outsiders with the way they primped and preened around.
“...What is your name?”
The tortie’s head snapped up at the unusual question, her green eyes meeting Buchanan’s. She stared at him in disbelief; it was obvious she hadn’t expected such formalities from her judge.

Buchanan stared at her patiently, a twitch of his tail showing that he expected an answer. The tortie felt her stomach twist - she’d never officially been christened a name; her mother had died shortly after her birth, and her father had disappeared only a few weeks later. She’d been raised by the streets, cruelty and selfishness soon becoming a way of life. She had picked up a title, however - an epithet that other cats would scream after her as she bolted off with their hard earned prey.
“My name is Stopthief, sir.”

She felt her face flush as a chorus of snickers rang through the jury - it wasn’t a traditional name by any means, and these Clan cats found it hilarious. As she bowed her head shamefully, her gaze quickly raised back to Buchanan as he cleared his throat, immediately silencing her peers.
“Your name is Stopthief?” he murmured, pausing to wait for her nod before continuing. “Well now, that’s no proper name for a lady, however fitting anyone deems it. From here on, your name is Lucille. You shall pay off your debt by hunting as a West Egg soldier - by next moon, if you wish to stay with us you may. Understood?”

With a twinkle of admiration in her eyes, she nodded.
400/400

[SHARKGVTS]

Username: Altoviireo
Cat Name: Trenchfeather
Clan: Voyagerclan
Rank: Warrior/Helene

Gender: Female (afab)
Age: 19 moons

Prompt:

"Trenchfeather!"

Wow... Trenchfeather. What an odd but fitting name she got.

Excitement buzzed all around her, and she was... kinda happy, but not excited. She was happy to be a helene finally after all of her hardwork payed off, especially in the Battle of the Valley, but she was now lost. What now? She rushed all of this time growing up to finally be a helene, but what was she going to do now? She felt lost with the thought of her new responsibilities and was preoccupied in her mind.

"Good job, Trenchfeather!" Ghostpaw had brought her back to reality, and she looked at the young atlas.

"Thank you!" She smiled. He was so carefree and young still, and he wasn't rushing to grow up as she had. He seemed not very stressed about things, and he seemed to have the right idea...

A moon later, she laid in her nest after a long day. She wanted to go to sleep, but her attention drew to a feather less than a tail's length away from her.

The chant of her name echoed in her ears again and she remembered the ceremony. She saw how happy Ghostpaw was as an atlas. She was glad he wasn't rushing his younger moons like she had- after a moon, she realized being a helene wasn't all it was made out to be. It filled her with regret.

She sighed and tried to clear her head. As she drifted to sleep, the last thing that crept into her head and seemed to ring in her ears was the soft chant of her helene name

Trenchfeather.
[270/400]

(Terms:
Helene- Warrior
Atlas- Apprentice)

[Miavinn]

Username: Senbeat
Cat Name: Stopthief Lucille
Clan: West Egg
Rank: Soldier

Gender: Molly
Age: 29 moons

Prompt: She cowered under the Clan’s eyes, her head lowered shamefully as she shuddered under the leader’s watchful gaze.
Buchanan. His name was Buchanan, and he had been the one to find her stealing prey from their territory. “Be thankful I found you,” he had whispered to her gruffly as he escorted her back to camp for a public trial. “With how close you were to Wolfden, they would’ve made short work of you.”

The wait for the other Clan cats to gather had been torturous, if not absolutely humiliating. As Buchanan called for them, she could feel their judgmental gazes piercing into her, like sharpened claws ripping into her soft pelt.
She was certain, without a doubt, that her punishment would be slow and painful. The way these cats glared at her almost guaranteed it. It was obvious they were disgusted by outsiders with the way they primped and preened around.
“...What is your name?”
The tortie’s head snapped up at the unusual question, her green eyes meeting Buchanan’s. She stared at him in disbelief; it was obvious she hadn’t expected such formalities from her judge.

Buchanan stared at her patiently, a twitch of his tail showing that he expected an answer. The tortie felt her stomach twist - she’d never officially been christened a name; her mother had died shortly after her birth, and her father had disappeared only a few weeks later. She’d been raised by the streets, cruelty and selfishness soon becoming a way of life. She had picked up a title, however - an epithet that other cats would scream after her as she bolted off with their hard earned prey.
“My name is Stopthief, sir.”

She felt her face flush as a chorus of snickers rang through the jury - it wasn’t a traditional name by any means, and these Clan cats found it hilarious. As she bowed her head shamefully, her gaze quickly raised back to Buchanan as he cleared his throat, immediately silencing her peers.
“Your name is Stopthief?” he murmured, pausing to wait for her nod before continuing. “Well now, that’s no proper name for a lady, however fitting anyone deems it. From here on, your name is Lucille. You shall pay off your debt by hunting as a West Egg soldier - by next moon, if you wish to stay with us you may. Understood?”

With a twinkle of admiration in her eyes, she nodded.
400/400

congrats! i really liked your approach to the prompt and the character shown.
have fun with this girl; she's probably my favorite that i've made n,n