[Goner.]

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: February 13th, 2020.
There is a 2 month cooldown after each ownership change.
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Oh my... It looks like this little kid has been through a lot. Tell me what happened to them and how it affected them.
Minimum 100 words. Maximum 500 words and one art piece.

End Date: December 7th, 11:59pm EST

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Username: Newmaker
Cat Name: Magpiepaw [ magpiecall ]
Clan: Quartzclan
Rank: Apprentice

Gender: Tom
Age: 6 moons
Description: Black and white bicolor with teal eyes.

Other Features: Scars scattered along the body.
Siblings: None Living

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[jay.]

Username: jay.
Cat Name: Magpie
Clan: Kin of the Barren Tundra
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Female
Age: 14 Moonpassings (1.2 years)
Prompt:

She had been 3 Moonpassings at the time.
You'd think someone that young would surely forget any events that occurred to them as their life passed on.

Wrong.

It all happened too quickly for her, one minute she was being rushed into a den,
the yowls of her clanmates drowning out any reasonable thought she had.

It had been just a game, right?

Her foster mother had stayed by her the entire time, comforting her and promising that it would all be okay.

Then it found them.

Thick furred paws indenting into the snow by the den entrance, the foul smell as the muzzle drew back into a snarl, lowing into the den. Her foster mother tried to fight it off yet was soon to meet her demise. Then it went for her. Magpie had backed herself into the corner, numb from sensation at the sight of her foster mother's corpse.
Numb from all sensation apart from pain.
She remembers the feeling, teeth tearing into her, tossing her around, the knock against the walls that scraped her skin.

She fell unconscious.

Upon waking Magpie refused to talk to anyone. Silence, she couldn't talk, the dread of what had happened flooding back to her. The Kin had suffered many losses: it had been a miracle that Magpie had survived. No matter how hard they tried to ask her what had happened, if she had seen anything, if she was okay. Nothing worked. Magpie remained in the Whisperer's den for longer than she should have, terrified to leave the den. She could easily talk, she muttered small sentences to the Whisperer now and again, but never full conversations.

She was too scared to speak.

Magpie was eventually forced into being an apprentice, yet took her training slowly, terrified of fighting or even killing other creatures. Hunting became harder for her, especially if it happened to be younger prey. Nightmares constantly follow her around, making it increasingly harder for her to sleep. First she had lost her mother, now her foster mother. She didn't want to be around anyone or talk to them, the fear of losing someone close to her again preventing her.

There's always hope.

However, not everyone had given up on her. Ploverpaw pitied Magpie and did her absolute best to try and befriend her and make her feel welcome again, acting as a moral support towards her. It took moonpassings to finally be able to get her out of her shell, and she is still working on it today, but Ploverpaw has made progress. After all, she is the only cat that Magpie will talk to. There is only one rule of their friendship though, one rule that they both strictly follow every single day.

To never mention that day.

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[liightning]

Username: liightning
Cat Name: Plover
Clan: DeltaClan
Rank:
Gender:
Age:

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[Guest]

Username: OLEANDERZ
Cat Name: Boneskit [Bonespaw > Thrushbones]
Clan: Spireclan
Rank: kit
Gender: tom
Age: 5 moons

Prompt:
boneskit was a kittypet when he was born; he was the runt of his litter and his owners did not care for him because of it. they let him loose into the twoleg village, where he was defenseless against dogs, opossums, foxes, or cruel twolegs. he traversed the thunderpaths and through the forest, where he ended up trying to evade the burly clan cats inhabiting the woods. he ended up falling into the river that wound around the area, fished out by Dovetoes on patrol. the spireclan cats let him rest in their camp, eat, and calm down from the travesties he endured.
he remains in the clan, fairly quiet and reserved, but he shows everyone the importance of inner strength and perseverance. he also tries to convey a message of acceptance in personal weakness.

[**Snowwhisper**]

Username: **Snowwhisper**
Cat Name: Badgerpaw (Patchpaw -> Badgerpaw)
Clan:Frostclan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Male
Age: 8 Moons

Prompt:
Tell me what happened to them and how it affected them.
Minimum 100 words. Maximum 500 words and one art piece.

WIP

Every cat in Frostclan knows not to wander the territory at night, not only is the land harsh but predators wander throughout as well. While the land proves to be a challenge, nocturnal pretedors roam throughout as well. Unfortunately, Badgerpaw learned the hard way about why there are rules in the first place.

[Selkie]

Username: selkie
Cat Name: blackpaw
Clan: emberclan
Rank: apprentice
Gender: male
Age: 10 moons

Prompt:

Before he'd joined EmberClan, Blackpaw had been living at the edge of the Clan's territory with a band of angry rogues. They called themselves "the Outcasts," but no one had really cast them out; most of them had just left by their own volition, and made up grand stories about where they used to live, and how they got on. The group lived in an old, abandoned twoleg house. It was cold and always seemed to be damp, but to them it was home, and to Blackpaw especially. He was born there as Stag to his parents Kiki and Miles with his siblings, but life for them seemed to be too rough, and one night, they disappeared.

Stag had always been a scrappy little tom. He loved getting into fights with the older felines -- though he never won as they were rough and payed no mind that he was much younger than them -- and was always so eager to start his training. He did so at four moons, not much younger than the clans', but it made a large difference for him -- positive and negative. When kits became apprentices in their group, there was a large celebration afterwards. A better word would be if kits became apprentices. In the back yard there was a dull red and brown miniature house. Right outside of it was a tattered blue bowl, and next to it a worn post where a dog was tied. They claimed to have tied it themselves, but really they'd found it that way. They had been using it for training, and it explained why not too many of the young cats in the group were born there. They were confident in Stag's abilities, though, and didn't hesitate to throw him out there with no escape. The dog wasn't big, but it was large enough to do some damage. It was black and about his size, with small, beady eyes and an ugly face, scarred face. It's pelt was covered in scratches and bites and the mangy thing was ridden with fleas.

His first time battling the dog, Stag didn't last long. He was terrified, and in a few minutes he was already seeking safety atop the smaller house. This disqualified him and he would have been exiled if it weren't for his parents' reputation in the group and the leaders' confidence in the potential they thought they saw in him. And so, two days later and before he was even fully healed, they gave him a second shot. The fight was long and arduous, and nearing the end, he was severely bit on his left hind leg. The bite was so bad that it left him with a permanent limp.

[Only_Sky]

Username: Only_Sky
Cat Name: Cowbelly
Clan: Fogclan
Rank: Wanderer
Gender: Male
Age: 9 moons

Prompt: wip

[Sinful_Lies]

Username: Sinful_Lies
Cat Name: Smudgeflank
Clan: Mudclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 25 Moons

Prompt:

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Smudgepaw couldn’t help the excited gallop in his walk as he followed his mentor to the Apprentice Training Grounds. It would be the first time he ever got to train with another apprentice, Slatepaw, who had already left with Riverheart. As the island came into view Smudgepaw dashed forward excited to meet them.

“Slatepaw!” Smudgepaw called as he leapt onto the other tom.

Slatepaw scrambled, trying to get away, but wasn’t fast enough and soon got pinned under the weight on the other tom. “Get off me furball.”

“Smudgepaw don’t run off like that!” His mentor panted as he came into view.

“Sorry.” He called back sheepishly.

Riverheart, Slatepaw’s mentor, sat a little ways off chuckling about the situation.

“Well since you’re here, do you want to show the apprentices some fighting moves?” Smudgepaw’s mentor asked Riverheart.

“Totally!” Riverheart cheered.

The two apprentices sat at the edge of the island as their mentors began demonstrating how to battle. Smudgepaw sat watching eagerly while Slatepaw looked about ready to fall out in place. If the two had been paying attention than maybe things would have ended completely differently.

The sudden scream from Slatepaw next to him caught him completely off guard, turning he watched an alligator catch Slatepaw across the face. The alligator then turned to him, grazing his left leg and tail on it’s teeth, but it wasn’t half as bad as Slatepaw’s injury. Smudgepaw was terrified and before he could fight back their mentors jumped between the two trying to fight off the alligator.

“Get some help!” Smudgepaw’s mentor called to him.

The sudden command snapped him out of his trance like state. He scrambled to his feet and made a mad dash towards the clan’s camp. As Smudgepaw crossed the broken path he slipped. As he fell into the frigid water his head hit one of the stones, clouding his vision for a bit, but he knew he had to keep moving. As he entered the camp his body ached painfully.

“Help! Alligator. At. Training. Grounds.” He called out between pants hoping the clan heard him. And heard him they did.

Multiple warriors dashed towards the entrance of the camp followed by Whitepool, the clan’s medicine cat. Smudgepaw followed the cats wanting to know what was happening to his best friend. What he found he would never forget, his mentor and Slatepaw were both severely injured, as well as Riverheart and the alligator being gone. As he limped over to Slatepaw the adrenaline began to really wear off. Smudgepaw’s body ached severely and he just wanted to lay down, so lay down he did. The wounds he got that day stayed with him physically and mentally for many years to come.
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[Petscop]

Username: Newmaker
Cat Name: Magpiepaw [ magpiecall ]
Clan: Quartzclan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Tom
Age: 6 moons

Prompt: Magpiekit's tail twitched as he sat on the edge of the rocky nursery, eyes fixated on the sky. Dusk painted the sky twilight blues and purples. He stood up quickly, bouncing up the rocks. A small black molly peaked her head out from the nursery. "Mom, Magpiekit's climbing the rocks again!"
"Oh Rookkit, let him be. He's a smart kit, he'll be back soon." A voice cooed. "But mooooom! You don't let me go climbing! I want to go!" Her voice grew quiet as she ran back into the den. Magpiekit chuckled to himself before heaving himself higher, a breeze ruffling through his fur. He finally got to the top, he turned his head to stare down the valley as the last of the golden sunlight drifted off into twilight. He smiled, taken in by the beauty of the valley. "Mom, I can see the whole world from here!" He called down, though he didn't get a response. It was a little piece of heaven, quiet and peaceful. He sat down, glancing back up to the sky as stars started to dot the darkness. He shifted in place, then glanced down at his leg, where a bite mark was scarred into it. Rookkit gave it to him when they were younger, she was always jealous of him. He often did these climbs because as soon as he was comfortable, he was going to bring her up there with him as the sun leaves, so she can see the beauty. He smiled to himself, then glanced back it. For a moment, everything was silent. It was perfect. And then he saw the owl.

By the time Magpiekit screamed, he had been lifted off the ground by his head, sharp talons tearing at his pelt. His mother and littermate ran out from the nursery, though he could hear their pleading as his heart pounded in his chest. He squirmed, trying to bat at the bird's wings. He was so small though, there was no way he could reach. The wind whipped around him, beating him in every direction as they went higher and higher, towards the mountains. His vision started to blur, as his little home became smaller and smaller.. And for a moment, he could swear the silvery white pelt of a starclan cat followed from under them, waiting for him..

Magpiekit could smell the dry moss around him, hints of lavender occasionally wafting through. He slowly opened his eyes to peer at a red cat, quietly at duty sorting freshly picked herbs. Just past him at the exit was that same silvery cat, slouched in place and obviously asleep. Magpiekit blinked, staring intently. "He's been sitting there protecting the den ever since you came in, you know. He was the one that caught that owl out of the air while trying to save you." The cat murmured. Magpiekit jumped, fur on end. "Best let him rest for now, little one. He'll be thrilled to know you're going to be alright."