[weegeestar5]

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.

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There is a 2 month cooldown after each ownership change.
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a non textured cat???? yeah bc it takes 3 hours to texture one cat
anyway. baby
for this cat, it seems like something's woken them up in the middle of the night! write about how they react and what they do!

minimum: 200 words
maximum: 600 words + 1 art piece
no extras

End Date: 30th January, 11:59 PM GMT

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Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:

Gender:
Age: moons
Description: brown spotted tabby with amber eyes
(chocolate spotted tabby with amber eyes)

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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Father: Foundation
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Dam: Foundation
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[.sins.]

Res

[FeathersBreath]

Username;; FeathersBreath
Cat Name;; Mossfoot
Gender;; Female
Age;; 37 moons
Clan;; Tribe of the Falling Skies
Rank;; Dencarer

Prompt;;

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Mossfoot was tired. She had been awake for almost two days now, taking her shift on guard, before one of the kits fell ill, and she returned to the nursery to make sure that the kit was alright. Now she lay curled in her nest, a yawn pushing its way through her. Her eyes blinked slowly, once, twice, three times, before not opening again, her tail curling closer to rest on her nose. Peace at last.

Mossfoot twitched slightly in her sleep, the perfect prey for a skilled hunter. The vicious beast grinned, the prey was still unaware. Its eyes shone bright, reflecting the moonlight. It crept under the bush that its prey was hiding under. Now was the opportune moment - it crouched, balancing neatly on its hind legs, forefeet tucked under its body as it prepared to spring forwards. One heart-beat passed, and then the monster leapt up, catching Mossfoot’s twitching ear in strong jaws. Mossfoot let out a screech as she woke, sitting up to find a kit - her kit - hanging from her ear.
“Pebblekit,” she managed. “Please let go of my ear.”
“Nope!” The kit giggled, words masked by the appendage in her mouth. “I am a mighty hunter, and I have caught the best prey in the land.”
“Well then, oh great and mighty hunter, might I have my ear back?” Mossfoot asked her daughter. The kit hummed a moment - it was an odd sensation - Mossfoot had to admit.
“Only if I get the best prey in the tribe for the next moon.” Pebblekit half mumbled.
“Oh, is that all darling? If that’s the case then…” Mossfoot rolled, taking her kit with her, as the small cat still attempted to cling to her mother’s ear. “Great warrior, I challenge you to a battle. For my honour and my ear.” Pebblekit landed on her mother’s chest, having let go of her ear during the roll. The kit’s eyes glinted with mischief.
“Not so fast! I’m going to win, and then you must catch me all the prey in the forest!” The kit cried, paws battering her mother’s nose as the Den Carer lay on her back below. Mossfoot tapped her kit with her paw, enough to move the kit from her initial position, but not nearly enough to hurt her daughter. The kit let out a playful shriek, and leapt after the paw as it retreated, however the kit misjudged her leap, and tumbled off her mother into the soft moss below. The kit let out a startled squeak, but attempted to stand to continue the mock battle. Mossfoot, although amused by her daughter’s antics, was still tired, and decided to end the battle. She took her paw, and lightly pinned her kit.
“Alas, great warrior, I have beaten you. You must return what you have stolen from me! My honour.” She mewed. The little kit wriggled for a moment under her mother’s paw, before going limp, knowing there was no way out.
“Ma, how do I do that?” Pebblekit mewed, staring up at her mother.
“You must let me groom you, and you must curl up with me and take a nap.”
“Alright ma. I’ll do it.” Mossfoot let out a purr of amusement at Pebblekit’s defeated tone. Mossfoot let her daughter up, and began to rasp her tongue over the kit’s messy fur. Once she was satisfied, the Den Carer moved to curl up again, leaving space for the now sleepy kit to curl up at her belly, and the pair both drifted off into sleep in the warmth of the day.

[sforzando.]

Making!
Something dumb wakes him up and scares him like a leaf
Or he’s awoken as a kit to his first snowfall

[Knickknacks]

mark! Conepaw/stripe; probably woken by either something serious like a vision or something inconsequential like someone rolling over and poking him w. their foot. No in between.

[angel furby]

Username;; furbys
Cat Name;; stagnose
Gender;; male
Age;; 43 moons
Clan;; moorclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;; [370 words]

stagnose woke up to the feeling of tiny paws clambering over him. he lifted his head, a look of annoyance flickering in his eyes as he spotted a tiny, white-furred kitten. he lifted his forepaw, which was just about the same size as said kitten, and gently pushed her off.
“what in the name of starclan are you doing, dovekit?” he mumbled, a hint of anger in his words.
dovekit looked up and met his eyes, a determined look on her face.
“i’m sleeping in the warrior’s den tonight, i am a warrior!” the kit replied, punctuating her remark with a weak sounding growl. less of a growl, more of a squeak.
“starclan’s sake, do queens not watch their kits these days?” he growled, rising from the ground. dovekit lost grip on stagnose’s fur and fell to the ground with a whine.
“you’re ok, you barely fell a mouse-length.” he scolded the kit, scowling.
honestly, what do the queens teach their kits? stagnose was a warrior, one of the most respected warriors in moorclan at that. he couldn’t believe this! it was the middle of the night, and a silly kit was waking him up pretending to be a warrior!
“follow me. keep up.” he ordered, not bothering to check behind him to make sure she was following, because honestly, if she wasn’t? it wasn’t his problem.
just a few moments later, he halted outside the burrow that led to the nursery. he quickly glanced behind him to check if dovekit was still there. she was.
he hastily made his way into the tunnel leading downwards into the nursery, making no point to be quiet- dovekit woke him up, so what’s the problem if he wakes a few cats up?
he stops once he reaches the end of the tunnel, met by many tiny mews coming from rainfur’s most recent litter.
stagnose cleared his throat, “rainfur. your kit woke me up.” he grumbled, emphasizing the word ‘kit’, anger evident in his voice. “please control them from now on.” he whisked away without waiting for a response, heading back to his nest.
“better not happen again..” he cursed under his breath, before curling up and quickly falling back asleep.

[Zephara]

Username;; Diamond pet
Cat Name;; Minkpaw
Gender;; Female
Age;; 10 moons
Clan;; MoonClan
Rank;; Apprentice

Prompt;;
My clan is a nocturnal clan so... I hope it’s alright that I did the middle of the day instead of midnight.


A frantic rasping noise drew Minkpaw from her sleep. Bewildered, she lifted her head. Rays of sunlight poked through the den’s entrance, illuminating a figure curled up nearby, shivering.

It was Nightpaw. The small black apprentice was hunched, sides heaving, and eyes bright with fear.

A feeling of dread poured through Minkpaw. She had seen this before. A panic attack.

Memories of a tiny brown kit, afraid of the world, constantly paralyzed with panic were forced into her head. Seized with sudden and uncontrollable fear, day after day, the kit had lived in constant anxiety. The panic attacks had reduced her to a helpless bundle of fur which was why she could do nothing when she had been attacked and carried off by a sharp-taloned eagle.

Minkpaw had tried and failed to help her little sister. Could she do anything to help her clanmate now?

She stared at the black cat for a moment, uncertainty flooding through her. Then, she got up to her paws, and padded tentatively over to his side. Curling her tail around his body, she spoke softly to him.

“Nightpaw.” She murmured. “Look at me.” Nightpaw glanced at her, eyes unfocused.

“H-Help. I-I can’t.” Nightpaw let out a choked sob.

“Block out the fear. Focus on your breathing.” Minkpaw breathed in deeply, then out, motioning for Nightpaw to copy. Slowly, laboriously, he breathed in, then slowly let it out.

“There you go. Keep doing that.” Minkpaw said smiling. “In and out. In and out.” Gradually, Nightpaw’s breathing grew less and less frantic, and his bristled fur relaxed. After a few minutes, Nightpaw’s eyes regained focus. He shook his head and looked blearily at Minkpaw.

“M-Minkpaw?”

“Shh.” The brown apprentice said gently. “Just take another breath.” Nightpaw complied, and Minkpaw spoke again. “You just had a panic attack. I used to know a cat who had them so...” Minkpaw trailed off, a pang of sadness gripping her.

The nervous black apprentice looked at her, his expression a mix of emotions, many that Minkpaw was unable to understand.

“Thank you.”

~346 words~

[leafless willow]

mark

[clouds-move-on]

marki

[hawkfire102]

Username;; hawkfire102
Cat Name;; Lichenshroud
Gender;; Female
Age;; 39 moons
Clan;; Sycamoreclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;

Lichenshroud woke up very disgruntled. She glanced around the warrior's den to find all of her fellow clanmates still asleep. One confirming glance at the entrance showed that it was still dark outside. Annoyed she got out of her nest and padded over to the entrance.

Poking her head out, the camp was empty. Everyone was sleeping, as they should be. Her ear flicked in annoyance trying to find where the noise was coming from. She sniffed the air and an unfamiliar scent hit her nose. Wide awake now, she padded out more to find the source.

A flash of blue catches her eye and she looks towards the camp entrance where a white tail is slipping out. She narrowed her eyes and followed suit. She could hear talking and muffled laughter. Her head tilted.

She waited a moment before poking her head outside. She could see the blue cat Pyrite, her clanmate, conversing with an unknown cat. More importantly, the young medicine seemed to be happy? That alone was very uncommon since the white hardly ever conveyed positive emotions towards other adult members of the clan.

She quietly slipped back into camp and back to the warrior's den. She curled back up into her nest and waited, watching the camp through the den entrance. It was a good while later before the medicine cat camp back in. She could see him pause, gazing into the warrior's den before heading back to the medicine cat den.

'I guess I need to talk to him tomorrow.' She thought before closing her eyes back and going back to sleep.