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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 is a custom cat.

This cat may not be traded until: November 15th 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.

Please let me know your cat's name, age, and any adjectives you'd like in its description such as build, or distinct features. Also give me a link to your clan thread so you can be added to the archives. c:

Username: ThunderCry)4
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Gender: she-cat
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Description: a shorthaired lilac mink lynx point with blue eyes

Other Features:
Siblings: None Living

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[Trickz]

Ahh she's adorable! Here's her information.

Pearlkit (Pearlpaw, Pearlnose)
Female
5 Moons
Kit
TideClan

[Trickz]

Okay! I wanted to do something a little fun! Here's a readopt for you guys!

To win this cat, you must give them a name that is suiting to them somehow, explain it with 100 or fewer words, and write them a personality of at least 50 words in about two hours and thirty minutes.

End date: 11/17/19 at 8:30




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[b]username:[/b]
[b]cat name:[/b]
[b]clan:[/b]
[b]rank:[/b]
[b]gender:[/b]
[b]age:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

[SurgeFire]

username: SurgeFire
cat name: Cinderkit - Cinderwhisper
clan: AsterClan
rank: Protostar
gender: male
age: 4 moons
prompt:

One could perhaps assume that the kit recieved his name from his appearance.
Supposedly so; it’s not an entirely wrong assumption, to be honest. It fits him well - tabby markings, like conders dragged through his fur.
Yet; that is not the whole story.

The whispers grew as he, too, grew older, first a murmur, then the words came to him coherently.
"What did your mother die by?"
The cinders, they’d chide, the fire, the smoke - but most importantly, the cinders.

Indeed, she died a cruel death; suffocation by the ashes.

In her paws was a kit; she, savior.
[100]

His personality could be described in stages; far too complex for few words.

Stage one.
There was the normal innocence of youth. A more peaceful time; one where he could run free within the camp, bubbly and excited as any other kit. He complained like any other; he roughhoused like any other; and oh, how cocky and over-the-top he could be! One could describe him as a little fire; a kitten that could talk back like nothing, and fought authority.
He was quite the pawful, everyone else would describe and laugh - oh, how they laughed! They assumed he would grow out of it, of course. He had to; he was just a kitten, ever so young.
The cloak of innocence had not yet been lifted from his soul.

The whispers turned into mutters.

Stage two.
As an initiate, he retained his fiery disposition; he would become a reckless initiate, his lack of respect for authority channeling itself in his cocky personality.
When Juniperpaw became an initiate as well, she held a sense of awe in him. Oh, how he acted out against the pesky adults— and got away with it! He always could get away with mischief, it seemed; and with his signature cocky grin.
She wanted to be like him.
"If we band together, we’ll prove 'em all wrong!"

The murmurs turned into words.

Stage three.
He became an older apprentice.
He slowly grew somewhat paranoid. What were these whispers - tch, he shouldn’t listen! His fiery nature outmatched any anxieties and worries he had, pushing them away, locking them without a key.
Juniperpaw and Cinderpaw were the best of friends, pulling whatever chaos they could. Cinderpaw held no remorse for his various actions; he didn’t discriminate by cat, hah! Anyone could fall victim.
He relished in his chaos.

The words grew louder.

Stage four.
Now he was on top of the world. He was to be a Sun Wielder eventually; he knew this, and started devising what he’d want his full name to be. Cinderfire? Cinderspark? Something to match his personality— something bold!

There did come a time where he disrespected the wrong cat; he spoke cruel words, he went too far—
"Shut up, Cinderpaw!" the cream lynx point cried, the son of Minkstar— "At least I didn’t kill my own mom!"
"What?"
He’d already left the scene.

The words grew into shouts— the shouts grew into yells—

Stage five.
Cinderpaw became the shell of who he was; cinders of the flame, reserved and defeated. He couldn’t deal with the knowledge. All the anxieties overwhelmed, what he had locked away sprung from its mental chest.

His full name was Cinderwhisper.


The shouts died into muffled whispers.

[denja]

username: denja
cat name: sugarsnap
clan: fickleclan
rank: warrior
gender: male
age: 15 moons
prompt:
sugarsnap is named after his gentle, sweet demeanor. he often found himself being picked on as he grew up - often through the teasings of the other apprentices, yet never once did he growl, nor did he say a word back. his name represents the patient resistance he has nurtured all his life.

being a younger warrior, sugar is still quite a niave and willing-to-please cat. although he tries his utmost best, he tends to get overlooked and overshadowed by others of his age. however, when needed, there often isn't a better cat you could ask when in neednof a favour. many of his talents remain hidden; he just needs time to find himself and where he stands.

[Namida_☾]

username: Namida_☾
cat name: Aspensea
clan: LotusClan
rank: Warrior
gender: Female
age: 29 moons
prompt:

Aspen - Just like the tree her fur is light colored. Also she has got some tabby stripes and (with a bit fantasy) you could say that the dark stripes on an aspen tree look somehow similar to tabby markings.

Sea - The first, most obvious reason, for that are her beautiful blue eyes in which you can easily get lost in. Just like in the beautiful blue sea. The second reason is that the suffix sea means calm and she is a sweet and also calm cat.

Aspensea in general is a very calm cat. She always was one of the cats that didn’t say much when a lot of others were around, but in here group of friends she always was the sweet, kind and a little bit embarrassing cat. But she never cared about being embarrassing because she trusted her friends and her friends always loved her for that. She also isn’t always as calm as she seems, especially when she’s with her friends, she can be kind of wild.
Aspensea has very straight priorities. At first comes her family and her friends, even before orders of a high rank. That’s because she values live and friendship the most in her life and does everything to make others happy.
Aspensea is also a very strong and independent cat. She always was one of the best hunters but never brags about that, which is also one of her major traits that show her kindness and sweet personality. Because she didn’t want to upset anyone with her skills because they weren’t as good as she was, when she trained with others as apprentices she often failed on purpose to make others feel better.

[Birchii]

username: Birchii
cat name: Sagemist
clan: GealachClan
rank: Warrior
gender: Molly
age: 23 moons
prompt:
Sage; Primarily given due to her fur matching the plant leaves, the alternate meaning of "profoundly wise" is an apt, secondary meaning for her.
Mist; Her deep blue eyes allude to the weather spectacle. She is also quiet and generally keeps her opinions to herself, as if a wall of mist blocks others from learning of them.
(57 words)

Sagemist is a quiet and calm presence in the clan, despite her young age. She has rapidly become someone to depend upon, mostly for her wise advice and the gentle tone in which she shares it. Part of her quiet demeanour stems from her curiosity and observations of the world around her, which led to her becoming wise beyond her years. She can be firm, should need arise, though her clanmates know not to take advantage of her, as being quiet doesn't mean she is fickle or a pushover. Sagemist can keep a cool head in a sticky situation, and there are already comments made about her being a contender for the next deputy.

She is quite guarded of her opinions, not wishing to share all of who she is with anyone and everyone. She's not secretive, but she is definitely selective in what she shares, when, and with who. It can make getting close to her hard, but given enough time to bond, Sagemist will be more than happy to open up with someone who would become her mate.
(180 words)

[WolfstormSC]

username: WolfstormSC
cat name: Silentpaw (Silentwhisper)
clan: Stormclan
rank: Apprentice
gender: Female
age: 9 moons
prompt:
Explanation:

"silent words fall upon deaf ears"

Silentpaw has always been the silent type, for which she is aptly named for. She doesn't talk that much and even when she does, it is nothing more than a silent whisper of a word that is often hard to hear and straining on the ear. She prefers to let her actions do the talking and not her words, as she feels as though it will mean more to others than just blatant lies to their faces. She is more of a "doer" than a "promiser". So the suffix "whisper" only completed her name. (100 words)

Personality:
To silentpaw, nothing is more fun than a game of charades! Oh guessing games, what fun! Or she thinks so, at least. Her clan, however, is not so pleased with the idea. She likes to be around other cats and finds it rather calming, although no one is too sure about why since she will never talk to others. She isn't shy or anything, she just doesn't like to talk. Her closest friends don't really understand this strange phenomenon, but are happy playing with her. She makes an excellent goalkeeper in a match of mossball. She listens to others when they are being critical of her and are giving her constructive criticism, which is perhaps why she gets along with her mentor so well. The one thing that cats don't like about her is that if she gets upset, she will turn and run away without an explanation. There seems to be no reasoning with her when she gets upset. She is much more of a listener than a talker. You can often find other cats ranting to silentpaw about their problems, as they all know that their secrets are safe with the small apprentice. The adults can only hope that it changes as she matures, as a warrior that doesn't communicate could be quite troublesome! Although everyone that told her secrets might become a bit more hesitant then. Either way, at least there's not much complaining going on with this young cat!

There was a time where she thought she could have talked to a cat, a dark, flimsy little tabby tom. Something far back before she joined the clan. She could talk to him for days on end. Then one day he told her to shut up. The cat she cared about most had finally had enough of her voice and snapped. He left, all because of her voice. She vowed never to speak to another cat again, for fear of losing them too. Since days are gone and now that remains little more than a memory, yet it is still scarring. Her past will forever be a mystery for the clan, however. They will always think that she doesn't like to talk solely because she doesn't want to. (371 words)

[jay.]

username: jay.
cat name: Ploverpaw(dash)
clan: Kin of the Barren Tundra (link in sig, i'm on my phone)
rank: Apprentice
gender: Female
age: 18 Moons
prompt: Ploverpaw, born Finchkit, was named 'Plover-' after her slightly tanned pelt, the bird was rumoured to have a similar colouring to her. Ploverpaw, as a kit, was also extremely feisty, constantly picking fights with the other kits, even if it was uncalled for, which also called for her name to be changed to 'Plover-', as they are slightly aggressive birds.
Ploverpaw believes she is, and constantly strives to be, better than those around her. She won't hesitate to push her opinion onto you if she feels she is better than you. She isn't dimwitted, instead holding a decent amount of intelligence, that of which she uses to her advantage. She is unafraid to step up and talk down to the mentors and cats older than her, she knows their places but fails to accept her own hubris.

[Knickknacks]

username: knickknacks
cat name: Gentiankit (Gentianspark)

"Gentian- my mama says my eyes are pretty as gentian flowers!" was the first
thing the kit told them, opening his eyes wide so they could see. And they agreed-
this young one’s eyes were vibrant, and did indeed remind them of the tiny
blooms dotting the tundra.

And when they told him that his mama was dead- that they could take care of him,
if he wanted, the small one displayed a spark, a stubborn streak. He didn’t
cry, didn’t deny it. With surprising steadiness, he asked who’d done it, his eyes
glowing like small embers the whole while.

{100/100}

clan: NorthClan
rank: kit
gender: male
age: 5 moons
prompt:
+strong work ethic ; +good memory
-vindictive ; -holds grudges

Gentian was a polite kit. This was both charming and odd to the small clan, whose primary experience with young cats had included more… rowdiness, up to this point. But the small orphaned kit was obedient and considerate, respecting the instruction of the older cats and keeping his nose out of Cloudgaze’s herbs and not allowing himself to be drawn into the shenanigans that Ptarmiganpaw (and sometimes Wolfcall) invited him to join.

Gentian was an apt apprentice. He seemed to retain information exceptionally well, gathering hunting techniques and advice on his fighting to heart. He was eager to learn, and a pleasant surprise to his mentors- even Swanglow admitted to his being a favorite of hers.

But Gentian was sometimes vindictive. Small slights, careless jibes, were remembered, and fired back at his denmates. If he lost a spar, he would insist they keep going, determined to best his opponent, his eyes sparking with a cold determination. On scouting trips with Wolfcall, any rogue cat whose scent he caught, he wanted to hunt down and teach a lesson. The coldness in his eyes was unnerving, sometimes, to those around him. He’d learn, they assured themselves.

Gentian had a good memory. As he remembered the best way to catch a bird, the way to keep your paws silent in the snow, he remembered the day his mother had been killed. He remembered her leaving for her morning hunt, promising that he could go with her soon, and not returning. He remembered the scruffy gray-black cat that had found him, the fading scent of a dying mother clinging to his fur. His paws were not bloodstained, and he had not killed her, but he had seen her, bleeding into the snow. Wolfcall had heard her last plea- to find her kit.

Gentian remembered this story. He remembered every word. And he wanted justice for his mother, no matter how many seasons it took to bring about.