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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!

To claim you must be at least level 1 or not have a founder in progress or a founder at all. Please be sure you have room in your clan before applying for this cat.

This cat may not be traded until: date
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.

This cat is based off of a highlander! They have curled ears and extra toes!

They seem determined to prove themselves, what are they trying to prove themselves capable of? Why do others think they aren't capable? I'm looking for character development behind this <3

Max: 1500 words for the prompt
you are allowed three extras of 500 words each or one art piece, small animations will count as one extra
prettying up is allowed and not counted as an extra
End Date: January 8th 2020

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Age: moons
Description: A longhaired reddish tabby with thick stripes and amber eyes
Genetic Description: Cinnamon classic highlander with amber eyes

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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[SurgeFire]

RESSSESERES

[leafless willow]

HEVAY MAKR

[Wet Bread]

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BIG BIG res

[.sins.]

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Username: .sins. | Cat Name: Flaconripple | Clan: Strawberryclan | Rank: Protector | Gender: male | Age: 48 moons

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"For a star to be born there is one thing that must happen:
a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So Collapse.
Crumble.

This is not your destruction.
This is your birth."
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The tom stood as tall as he could above the rest of the cats.
His father beside him as the human came over to inspect him.
Their claws pushing at his claws and lips to look at his teeth.
Touching almost every area on his pelt. An approving nod and
a few pats from his owner as he was placed back down. The
flashing lights as he was now with a large item that his father
called a ribbon, showing his greatness. The tom knew nothing
of hunger or cold now, and never would with how well he had
just done, and how happy his owner seemed. So why was it
that he was suddenly lost with no idea where home was now.

Falconpaw jerked awake in the crunchy moss and heather that was now his bed. His fur a mess and smelling like dirt more
than the other disgusting smells that were surrounding this camp. Getting up, he started to groom himself, making sure his
fur was all smooth and somewhat shiny. ‘I have to look the best I can be,’ he mewed to himself, before realizing that no
one here really cared about how he looked as much as he did. A pang shot through his heart as he remembered his mother
always grooming him, and his father’s approving looks when he started grooming himself just as well. How his human would
always bathe him with warm water and great smelling scents that would seem to last a lifetime. Sighing, he flattened his
ears back as the other learners started to wake up, annoyed with his constant cleaning. They flicked their tails in annoyance
and padded out to the clearing leaving the former kittypet by himself. Following them, he made eye contact with his mentor
before grabbing a small shrew from the fresh-kill pile. Something that had had gotten used to over the small amount of time
he had been here. The fish was always great, but the river was starting to freeze, and fish were becoming less common.
Groaning to himself, he bit into his morning meal and swallowed it with some difficulty. Finishing his meal in a few more bites,
he discarded the remains and padded up to his mentor.
Hunting. Why was it always hunting or fighting? He mumbled this to himself as he trotted behind three of the grass runners of
the clan and another learner. Their tails trailing behind them as they all held their jaws open. The smaller tom not
understanding anything of what the cats were doing started to remember times of his old home. Remembering his old life,
he hadn’t noticed that the cats had stopped until he bumped into one of the senior full names. He ducked his head in
embarrassment, before flicking his ears to try and search for what they were hearing. The very faint sounds of scratching in
the light snow and hard ground.
“We are close enough,” one of the full names mewed. Falconpaw hadn’t taken the time to learn every cat’s names, he just
wanted to go home with his humans again and out of the cold. But close was and understatement, he could barely her what was
happening.
“Falconpaw, you will start the chase, Riverpaw and Berryheart, you will trap and kill it. Should be simple enough,” his mentor
mewed before flicking his tail for the others to take off to their positions. The cinnamon tom felt his heart sink. How was he
going to manage this?
He failed again. There was no way his mentor wasn’t going to tell the leader and have him sent to another mentor. He had
already had five in the short time he was there and didn’t have friends for the three moons either. They all whispered about
him.
“I hear he won’t survive the leafbare if he doesn’t get a position soon.”
“Kittypets can’t make good clan cats.”
“Why has he not run away yet to become crow food?”
He went hungry that night, feeling guilty that the clan wasn’t will full bellies. His mind racing to his mother always making
sure every one of her kits were fed before they were allowed extra milk. This was going to be his family now, he had to prove
it to them that he wanted to stay here with them. Curling up in his nest. Tomorrow was going to be the day he started to
prove himself.

His training had been going well with Stoneclaw. The grey tom was doing his best trying to teach the large tom fighting moves
and defensive moves to protect the clan. He was out in the clearing, the now from leafbare starting to melt in the now
returning warmth. He felt the need for some practice alone. Striking at the brush and trees, whispers behind him made the
tom stop and turn around.
“Bumblepaw, Honeypaw, Nightpaw, Greypaw,” he greeted them all. Only to have them pounce. Their claws sinking into his fur
and to his skin. The tom yowled out in fear and pain, the other learners tearing into him, their words like acid to his ears and
heart.
“You will never be one of us!”
“Weak kittypet can’t be a clan cat.”
“Become crowfood, coward!”
The cinnamon tom felt his pelt heat up with anger and fear. Grabbing at the other apprentices and throwing them around,
trying to keep them off of him. The other learners hissing and still spatting their venomous words towards him. The crashing
and snapping of twigs and leaves alerted the cats to incoming participants. The afternoon border patrol for the north border,
burst through the brush and hissed before seeing the learners all fighting.
“What is happening here?” The four attacking learners instantly started to speak of how the kittypet was attacking them and
how they were only trying to defend themselves. “So that was why we heard you all spitting words of hate towards a cat who
has tried harder to become what you are than any of you have tried to better yourselves?” The other hung their heads in
shame and began a slow trek back to the camp with a full name to receive their punishment
The next moon, the tom received his full name, having tried harder to get to a position or the fight he had from the other
learners. Proud to have found the place where he belonged after losing the home he was from.

[kaminari.denki]

BEAR BEAR BEAR BABYSYKSK!!!

[Kazin]

Username;; Kazin
Cat Name;; Bear
Gender;; tom
Age;; 28 moons
Clan;; Twilight Drift
Rank;; Soldier

Prompt;;


Bear's Present


"He's going to squish them."
"Do you see how big his paws are? No way he can be gentle with them."
"I thought he hated kits? They're going to grow up without a father..."

Bear heard the other cats in his clan. He always heard them, wherever he went. Always having been outcast due to his clumsy nature and big paws, others being intimidated by his size, Bear was used to it. He had suffered through moons of whispers, of cats thinking he was good for nothing but fighting. It was true, his size made him a formidable opponent, but he had always thought he was built for more than just knocking things over. He wanted to believe he was made for more than intimidation, and that his paws could both destroy... and love.

Home was never something he had. He knew nothing but travel, searching far and wide for a place to live without judgment, without the whispers. Everywhere he went, the whispers followed, like a curse. Bear found himself thinking that maybe he was only meant to be a fighting machine, as it seemed that was all others saw him as. He was a brute, he couldn't be soft, and even the way he spoke was harsh and angry after his moons of living alone. He was bitter about the way others saw him, which only made the whispers worse.

Bear only found a home when he found her.

She didn't whisper like the rest of them. Bear was immediately drawn to her, as the whispers seemed to follow her too. Why did she stay? They whispered, she should have left with the rest of her clan. She's not fit for being the leader - she's too emotionless. She seemed to ignore them, however, letting them bounce off of her thick fur. And instead of whispering along with the rest of them, she talked to him.

He had been considering moving along, trying to find a different place to stay. But one conversation can change everything, and it surely did for Bear.

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"You don't have to be scared of me, you know." It wasn't something that Bear had ever expected to come out of his new leader's mouth, but it was the first thing she had said to him after the formalities of accepting him as a member of the clan. Bear had been staying on the outside, listening with growing tension for the whispers that were sure to come. He was jumpy, whirling his head around at each conversation, not able to keep track of anything. He couldn't even remember anyone's name. It didn't matter anyway, as he would surely leave this clan too - they would decide he was going to be a fighter, just like the others had.

Bear widened his eyes in alarm at her abrupt statement. Her almost ice like eyes were boring into his own fiery ones, though it seemed she was the one burning him. It was usually the other way around, thanks to Bear's intimidating size. "I'm not," he said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

She narrowed her eyes, judging Bear. "You don't sound so sure of that."

"Usually it's the other way around." He said, shifting on his feet and frowning. Why was she still talking to him? She didn't even seem afraid, sitting calmly a couple of tail lengths away. She didn't even flinch when he shifted.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her ears twitching as she copied his frown. She's not emotionless at all, Bear thought, momentarily distracted.

"Uh... usually no one talks to me because they are afraid of me."

The she-cat scowled, shaking her head. "Cats judge too much on outer appearances nowadays..." She didn't seem to be looking for an answer, her eyes gaining a far off look. Bear wasn't sure what he would say to her anyway. "Well, sorry I didn't get the chance to introduce myself before," she said after a couple of moments. "Eden was nice enough to take care of the tour for me, but it's nice to be able to meet you. My name's Wildfire, if you didn't remember."

Wildfire. It seemed very fitting.

"Bear," he responded, as Wildfire looked at him expectantly. "It's... nice to meet you too," he finished, surprised at just how genuinely he meant it. It was just the beginning of something he never thought he would have... a home.

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Wildfire became Bear's best friend. She made the whispers go away, at least for a little while. She never pitied him like he expected she might, even after he told her of his past. She never expected him to be anything more than who he wanted to be. Bear finally felt... free. Like he was his own cat, not chained to the thoughts and expectations of everyone around him. Wildfire burned all of that away, leaving him to finally understand what he wanted to be.

A kind, compassionate cat. It was exactly what he wanted, but things were never that easy, were they?

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It was strange how one's light of happiness could so easily be extinguished by the darkness of the doubts of others. The fire may still burn, but it flickers - which was exactly how Bear felt. He was elated that he was going to have kits, that his family of himself and Wildfire was growing... but it seemed many other did not share the joy that he felt, swarming his small candle flame of happiness with dark shadows, causing him to flicker, to wonder if he was meant to be a father.

Maybe he would end up squishing them. Maybe they would be scared of their own father. What if he hurt them on accident because they were so small? What if he was a terrible father? What if, what if, what if...

No. He couldn't let the whispers dictate who he was anymore. This was his home. Wildfire was his family. They were going to have kits, and no one would be able to take away that light of happiness. Not anymore.

It wouldn't matter that he had big paws. They could serve as great playgrounds for his kits to climb over, and they would be gentle, just as they were around Wildfire. His thick fur would be great for his kits to sleep on, to give them a warm nest when Wildfire couldn't. He would be soft, and caring, and nurturing - even if he looked intimidating.

He wouldn't be the grizzly bear others saw him as. He would be his own Bear. A kind Bear. The father Bear he had always wanted to be.

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Bear's Past


Extra 1: 389 words

The Accident

Today was the day! It was finally time to get out of the nursery, finally time for him to be independent! He could be away from his siblings, from his mother, and he could start training! Bear was the first one to wake up, prodding his mother awake and whispering, albeit loudly, to her. "Mom, mom." The fluffy she-cat groaned, rolling over to get away from Bear's prodding paws. "Can I go outside? Can Chipmunk come with me?" A set of wide eyes was staring up at Bear. A small cat, probably half the size of Bear. Despite their size difference, the big and small cat were best friends.

"Yes," the she-cat yawned, barely opening her eyes. Chipmunk's mother seemed occupied with the other kits, but gave Chipmunk and absent nod at the small tom's questioning look.

"Alright!" Bear cheered, earning a few hisses from the mothers scattered in the nursery, attempting to get as much sleep as they could. He smiled apologetically as he turned, rushing out into the creeping daylight, Chipmunk close at his paws.

The camp looked different today. He was going to be moving dens. He was going to take on duties soon, patrolling and hunting with the warriors. Bear couldn't wipe the smile of his face, beaming down at Chipmunk, who was going to be apprenticed alongside him.

"Wanna have one last wrestling match before we become apprentices?" It was Chipmunk's idea, and they had wrestled each other over a thousand times as they grew up. How was Bear going to know that something bad was going to happen? This day was supposed to be perfect, after all.

Bear nodded, grinning at his denmate. "Let's do it," he said, crouching down and watching Chipmunk's every move. They leaped at each other at the same time, crashing midair. But the fight didn't last long, their momentum carrying them back to the ground, and Bear's larger size causing him to land on top of Chipmunk.

On his paw.

The smaller tom let out a yowl of pain, holding up his paw as a few of the adults came over to see what had happened. His paw was sprained. He wouldn't be able to start his apprenticeship.

It was all Bear's fault. Because he was too big.

It was that day that the whispers started.

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Self Doubt

Bear wasn't able to look anyone in the eyes. They couldn't believe that it was an accident, that this could have happened to anyone. It wasn't just because Bear was bigger than the other cats his age. He wasn't a menace, and he certainly didn't hurt Chipmunk on purpose.

Keep that large apprentice away from your kin if you want their apprenticeships to pass without injury.
Stay away from him.
He needs to be separated from the rest.

Of course it was his fault. He should have known that he was too big to wrestle, too big to interact with Chipmunk. He should be alone, just like the whispers said. It was what he deserved after hurting his best friend. It didn't matter that Chipmunk didn't blame him, it didn't matter that Chipmunk still wanted to be friends. The others would scorn him, the others would frown at him.

Bear needed to be alone for the rest of his life.

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I have to leave.

Bear knew he couldn't stay. He would only hurt someone else. Would it be the small kits, barely old enough to keep their eyes open? Would he step on them just like the cats whispered he would? Of course he would. It was only a matter of time before his paws crushed someone else.

He couldn't wait for his apprenticeship to be over. He couldn't even look his mentor in the eyes, as caring and lax about the situation as he seemed to be. Bear didn't deserve to be in the clan where he had delayed another's training.

Traveling was what he had to do. Maybe he'd find another place to stay, or maybe his reputation would follow him. There was only one way to find out.

[chamomile.]

Username;; chamomile.
Cat Name;; Blacksun
Gender;; Male
Age;; 46 moons
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res
Blacksun, heretic extrodinaire! he IS the reincarnation of the forgotten-clan leader and he WILL reform nettleclan to be the same as decades before

[Vexious]

Username;; vexious
Cat Name;; grizzlystar
Gender;; tom
Age;; 46 moons
Clan;; pineclan [ thread ;; to be made ]
Rank;; founder/leader

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* prove they are worthy/prove themselves to starclan they are a good leader.
wip

[Sinful_Lies]

Username;; Sinful_lies
Cat Name;; Aldertuft
Gender;; Male
Age;; 25 Moons
Clan;; Mudclan
Rank;; Warrior

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“Momma when will brother open his eyes.” Alderkit could hear cats talking around him, but he was unsure who they were or who they were talking about.
“Soon little Pinekit. He is taking his own time.” Alderkit heard another voice, but decided to curl back up and fall back asleep, they could wait.

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After awhile Alderkit decided to finally open his eyes, he wanted to see the people who kept waking him up. When his eyes opened he was greeted by the sight of a large belly, looking up he realised it was his mother.
“It’s about time you opened your eyes.” Someone spoke from Alderkit’s right side. He looked over to see his brother Pinekit curled up next to their mother’s belly.
“Well hello my little lovely.” Alderkit’s mother, Rainyarrow, cooed.
Alderkit was happy that he had decided to open his eyes.

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Alderkit had been hearing it since he first left the nursery. Alderkit knew his mother tried her best to shield her kits from the comments, but that didn’t mean they never caught the tail end of things, especially when cats said things along the line of. “They don’t belong in this clan, kits like that should not be around us normal clan cats, and those kits will bring suffering to the clan just like their father.”
Alderkit and Pinekit did their best to ignore it and continue to play like normal kits, but they could never quite escape it.

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“You’re it!” Pinekit hollered while running away from his brother.
“Wait! I’m not ready!” Alderkit called back while tumbling over his feet to catch the other tom. Alderkit fell on his face while trying to run out of the nursery.
Pinekit giggled while running in the opposite direction. “Alderkit can’t catch me!”
“Who let them leave, they should stay in the nursery.” Alderkit heard one of the nearby cats whisper about him and his brother, bringing down his spirit. Alderkit glared at the elder who had said the offending words, she would learn her lesson one day.

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“Momma,” Pinekit spoke trying to catch his mother’s attention. “Why does everyone talk about us?”
Rainyarrow looked down at her kit, trying her best to deny her kit’s words. “They don’t talk about you.”
“Yes they do. We hear them all of the time.” Alderkit spoke up.
“I’m sorry my sweet babies.” Rainyarrow solemnly spoke, the two had never seen their mother look so sad before. “I am sorry I did this to you guys before. Your father is a rogue.”
“He was my mate long before becoming a rogue, but I after I told him we were having kits he began to do some bad things in the clan, claiming it was the best for us. He was a power hungry and wanted to take over the clan. His plans were stopped when Bagderstar realized what he was doing and he was exiled from the clan.”
When Alderkit’s mother told him this he understood why the clan thought he would hurt them, but he vowed to show them just how great of a warrior he could become. He would make up for his father’s mistakes and protect the clan with his last breath.

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Alderkit sat at the bottom of the bank looking up at Badgerstar as the tom walked down to meet him at the bottom.
“Alderkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Alderpaw. Your mentor will be Jaymask. I hope Jaymask will pass down all she knows on to you.” Badgerstar spoke out to the rest of the clan as Jaymask walked up to the two cats.
Alderkit could not wait to start his training to become the best warrior he could be.

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“Why would Badgerstar ever make an apprentice from a like him?”
“Badgerstar might as well start letting rogues become Mudclan apprentices.”
Alderpaw looked down at his meal, suddenly less hungry as he listened to the rest of his clan while they shared tongues.
“Ignore them.” Jaymask said as she sat down next to her apprentice. “Cats like to talk about things that don’t affect them to help forget their own problems.”
Alderpaw looked up at his mentor, she was normally cold and distant with him, but never rude.
“I never did anything wrong to them, so why do they see me as the bad guy?” Alderpaw asked him mentor, almost desperate for and answer.
“They want someone to blame and sadly you’re the closests they can get.” Jaymask frowned while looking at her apprentice.
The two sat in silence for a second, Alderpaw thinking about what Jaymask had said.
“I guess you’re right.” Alderpaw spoke out loud. “Well, I’ll show them just how great I can be. I’ll be the best warrior there ever was!”
Alderpaw knew he would never be like his father.

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The tension between Alderpaw and the clan did not change much. It really brought down Alderpaw’s spirits, he felt like he could never win. No matter how much prey he brought back, no matter how much he helped the cats, no matter how well he did on patrols the clan still didn’t accept him as one of them. So that night he snuck out of the camp to talk with Starclan. He needed a sign as to whether or not he should stay with the clan, or if he belonged somewhere else.
Alderpaw made his way out of the dens and into the clearing, before sitting down and looking up at the clear night sky. “Oh Starclan what do I need to do to prove myself?”
Alderpaw thought of leaving the clan, they clearly did not want him here, so why should he stay? Alderpaw pondered that thought for a long while. As he sat in the field he thought of the clan and his family. If Alderpaw left he would leave all of the pressure to succeed on his brother’s shoulders. Sighing Alderpaw stood, getting ready to go back to the camp when he noticed something moving in the bushes near the clan dens. Alderpaw got closer, only to realize that there was an alligator in the bush.
Alderpaw ran towards the camp “Alligator! There’s an alligator coming towards the camp!”
Alderpaw was yelling at the top of his lungs trying to wake his clan. The clan could hear Alderpaw’s frantic calls and woke from their slumber. As Alderpaw entered the Leader’s Line warriors were being sent out to deal with the threat of the alligator. Jaymask instantly ran over to her apprentice, followed closely by his family, to make sure Alderpaw was okay.
Alderpaw had saved the clan that day, from that day forward the clan decided that cats would watch over the camp at night to make sure nothing like this would happen again.

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Slowly the clan started to accept Alderpaw and his brother. They began to understand that they were not like their father, that the two were different from their father. From that point on the apprentices were treated like cats and not like villains.

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Alderpaw crouched down, watching the mink sit on a tree trunk. It was his training assessment and he was determined to pass it. Alderpaw watched closely, making sure the mink couldn’t smell him. Alderpaw was right next to the stump when he leaped. He caught the mink as he leaped over the stump and landed gracefully on the other side.
Alderpaw kept on his way, catching prey as he went along. When Alderpaw found it sufficient enough he brought the freshkill back to the camp. With him he brought two minks and two frogs.
When Alderpaw entered the camp he found the clan waiting for his return, they happily greeted him, excited my his freshkill. Badgerstar and Jaymask entered the camp soon after and congratulated the tom on his job well done.
Later that day Badgerstar called a clan meeting.
“I, Badgerstar, leader of Mudclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as a warrior in their turn.” Badgerstar began after start the clan meeting.
“Alderpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?” Badgerstar looked down at Alderpaw.
“I do!” Alderpaw cheered happily.
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Alderpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Aldertuft. StarClan honors your persistence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Musclan.” Badgerstar looked down at Aldertuft happily.
Badgerstar had always believed in the tom from the beginning, he never believed in judging a cat by their parents, but he could not always convince the clan of the. Aldertuft had though, Aldertuft had shown the clan he was not like his father. He showed Mudclan that every cat chooses their own path and he would always choose the path that would guide him and his clan in the proper direction.

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