#graniteclan application

[fernbreeze]

I. NAME

Fernstone

II. AGE

36 moons

III. GENDER & PRONOUNS

Genderfluid, so any pronouns, though I will most likely be using male ones(sorry if that throws you off >>")

IV. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION

Pansexual and Panromantic

V. RANK

Warrior

VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Gray tabby tom with strong build, though he's kinda fluffy(medium length fur). Some whitish tufts on legs and underbelly. Grey green eyes.

VII. PERSONALITY

He's a very kind and likable cat- so basically, charismatic. Laid back and humble, most others get along well with him. Overall, he's just a pretty chill cat. He does have his drawbacks though, like not being very excitable or fun. His jokes are usually ones only he gets. His often carefree attitude causes him to make friends with cats in the other clan, which doesn't seem like a big deal but he sometimes wanders over the border...which may or may not be a mistake. He also does go hunting out on his own sometimes, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it can be when he's needed.

VIII. BACKGROUND

As a kit, Fernstone was always the one to follow along, letting Growlingecho or Lemmingfoot take the lead. He and his other sibling Waveboulder have always been close, sitting in the nest together when Growlingecho and Lemmingfoot were out play fighting. As an apprentice, he learned that he was actually a pretty good fighter, even though Growlingecho and Lemmingfoot had practiced for longer- he just had a natural skill and good build for it. He wasn't good at hunting though, because he tried hard to attack the prey as if it was an enemy. Thankfully, as he became a warrior and went out more to practice hunting, he improved, and now does decently.

IX. FAMILY & OTHER RELATIONS

(I didn't include it in Breezepaw's application because I hadn't thought of it then, but Fernstone is now Breezepaws Uncle/Aunt. Sorry for suddenly deciding this- I just thought it would be a nice idea, and it helped me build on Growlingecho's personality. This also makes Frostseed his mom- who is Breezepaw's grandmother)

Mother- Frostseed(now an elder)

Father- Rivernose(died in battle- not on Breezepaw's form)

Brother- Growlingecho

Brother- Waveboulder

Sister- Lemmingfoot

Niece- Breezepaw

Nephew- Lightningpaw

Nephew- Reedkit(deceased)

X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

(I'm going to use the one from Breezepaw's application, if that's okay, because I plan on roleplaying in the same format as I will with her. But no, this isn't her application form)

Breezepaw flicked her tail, signaling to Lightningpaw that she’d spotted a seagull up ahead. Lightningpaw sprinted forward, eager to make the catch before his sister, but he wasn’t paying attention to the loud pound of his feet, which startled away the bird.

"You birdbrain! That would’ve been an easy catch if you hadn’t been stomping around so loud!"

Lightningpaw glared back, disbelievingly. “It probably heard you twitching about in the grass. I would’ve caught it if it hadn’t been for you.”

His retort angered her, but knowing that arguing won’t catch them any prey, Breezepaw turns around, and heads further into The Pines. “Come on! I think there’s more over here.”

After a while of seeing no birds, Breezepaw turns to ask Lightningpaw if they should go back to camp. Confusion and worry sets in as she realizes he’s not there.

"L-Lightningpaw?" she calls into the dark needle forest. When she gets no reply, she scampers to the nearest tree to see if he’s nearby.

Once up, she notices that a group of bushes on the ground a few tail lengths away rustling. Darting down the tree, she lunges for them. “Lightningpaw! That’s not funny-” she stops when realizing that her brother doesn’t have feathers, or a beak, or tiny beady eyes. This isn’t Lightningpaw…! She unsheathes her claws, trying to hold it down.

As her teeth sink into it’s neck, an excited squeal comes from behind her. “You caught one!” The familiarity of the voice makes her drop her prey and turn.

"Lightningpaw- where were you?" she asks, sharply.

"I went to go get Graypelt and Starkeye. I thought they might be able to help,"

The two mentors emerged from the shadow. “Nice job,” Starkeye purred, proud of their apprentice. “And all on your own. But last time I checked, that seagull wasn’t named Lightningpaw!”

Her ears drooped, embarrassed. “I- I know…”

Graypelt purred with amusement. “Well, Breezepaw, why don’t you pick it up and we’ll take it back to camp. I’m sure Softclaw and Growlingecho will be proud.”

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so yeah, that's my second cat. I can't wait to join!

[fernbreeze]

I. NAME

Breezepaw

II. AGE

7 moons

III. GENDER & PRONOUNS

Cisgender, Female, she/her pronouns

IV. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION

Heterosexual and Heteroromantic

V. RANK

Apprentice

VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Lean ginger tabby with amber eyes and a white tail. No scars/other markings.

VII. PERSONALITY

Positives: Energetic(very fast, likes to be moving), clever(considerably smart and intuitive), and caring(sympathetic towards others).

Negatives: Can be too sympathetic. Not the best fighter. Never shies away from a dare(can be careless).

VIII. BACKGROUND

Breezepaw grew up in Graniteclan with two siblings- Reedkit and Lightningpaw. Reedkit was born weak, and small. Only a halfmoon after he was born he died while they were all out exploring near the edge of the cliffs. (They had sneaked out during the night of a gathering when they were left with an elder to watch over them). He fell and couldn't get a grip, and neither Breezepaw nor Lightningpaw could catch him. Breezepaw and Lightningpaw are very close now because of it; worrying always that the other could die just as easily as Reedkit did. Breezepaw has always been enthusiastic about becoming a warrior and protecting others, as well, and tries her hardest to keep young kits away from the cliffs, not wanting that nightmare to reoccur.

IX. FAMILY & OTHER RELATIONS

Mentor: (in need of one)

Mother: Softclaw

Father: Growlingecho

Brother: Lightningpaw

Brother(deceased): Reedkit

Grandmother: Frostseed

X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

Breezepaw flicked her tail, signaling to Lightningpaw that she'd spotted a seagull up ahead. Lightningpaw sprinted forward, eager to make the catch before his sister, but he wasn't paying attention to the loud pound of his feet, which startled away the bird.

"You birdbrain! That would've been an easy catch if you hadn't been stomping around so loud!"

Lightningpaw glared back, disbelievingly. "It probably heard you twitching about in the grass. I would've caught it if it hadn't been for you."

His retort angered her, but knowing that arguing won't catch them any prey, Breezepaw turns around, and heads further into The Pines. "Come on! I think there's more over here."

After a while of seeing no birds, Breezepaw turns to ask Lightningpaw if they should go back to camp. Confusion and worry sets in as she realizes he's not there.

"L-Lightningpaw?" she calls into the dark needle forest. When she gets no reply, she scampers to the nearest tree to see if he's nearby.

Once up, she notices that a group of bushes on the ground a few tail lengths away rustling. Darting down the tree, she lunges for them. "Lightningpaw! That's not funny-" she stops when realizing that her brother doesn't have feathers, or a beak, or tiny beady eyes. This isn't Lightningpaw...! She unsheathes her claws, trying to hold it down. 

As her teeth sink into it's neck, an excited squeal comes from behind her. "You caught one!" The familiarity of the voice makes her drop her prey and turn.

"Lightningpaw- where were you?" she asks, sharply.

"I went to go get Graypelt and Starkeye. I thought they might be able to help,"

The two mentors emerged from the shadow. "Nice job," Starkeye purred, proud of their apprentice. "And all on your own. But last time I checked, that seagull wasn't named Lightningpaw!"

Her ears drooped, embarrassed. "I- I know..."

Graypelt purred with amusement. "Well, Breezepaw, why don't you pick it up and we'll take it back to camp. I'm sure Softclaw and Growlingecho will be proud."

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I'm also going to be making another application in a bit

I hope you like it ;w;

[formerlybloodclan-blog]

I. NAME Bonestrike II. AGE 46 moons (3 years and ten months) III. GENDER & PRONOUNS Cis make, he/him/himself IV. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Demisexual homoromantic V. RANK Warrior VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Large, muscular black and white tom with muddy green eyes. Broad shouldered, with thick legs that aren't especially long. White aside from a black saddle marking that leads into a black mask on his face and a black tail with a pure white tip. Marked with a number of scars and badly torn ears as well as unusually long claws. VII. PERSONALITY Good traits: A fairly gentle giant, extremely paternal with a fierce desire to father kits someday. Spends lots of time around nursery when he can. Loyal to a fault, with a fierce dedication to each and every one of his clanmates and willing to help and defend them at all costs. Clever, with an eye for strategy and a sort of quiet, analytical nature. Bad traits: Can be hotheaded, and a bit quick to unsheath his claws when it comes to members of the other clan. The protectiveness that leads to his loyalty is also a curse, as he can and does become overprotective to the point of being a bit smothering. He questions anything and everything, determined to learn and to understand, and can get a bit aggravating with his constant inquiries. VIII. BACKGROUND Born as a seemingly average kit, Bonekit was always enthusiastic and loyal, though rather stubborn. He had a fairly normal kit hood with his sibling Redkit (Redstone) and grew to be far larger than many kits. It wasn't until his early apprenticeship that it became clear he had a learning problem. The big tom struggled to remember things, and didn't display the level of maturity expected for a cat his age. His disability limited him for a time, and he did not become a warrior until three and a half moons after his sibling. It took three tries for him to pass his warrior assessment, and as a warrior he now spends much of his time trying to prove his intelligence and capability, though the stunts in his development have left him occasionally childlike and stubborn. He's grown clever and observant in his attempts to prove himself. IX. FAMILY & OTHER RELATIONS Bonestrike is the son of Dawnfrost and Hiddenshade His sibling is Redstone His mentor was Splashberry He deeply desires kits one day X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE The large tom opened his mouth, silently tasting the air around him with a flick of his tail. It hadn't been a good day of hunting for him thus far, and he was beginning to grow irritated with his bad luck. Pestered, he turned his back and strode through the low growing brush, paying no mind to the ferns that grabbed gently at the fur of his chest. In all honesty, it was a beautiful day. The salt-smelling winds were blowing up from the bay that was Shoreclan's territory and washing through the pines, eliciting a soft harmony of whispers and rustles from the evergreen branches. Still, the loveliness of the day was lost on Bonestrike, who was bent on his hunting. After all, he couldn't bear to come back empty pawed and endure the thinly veiled sympathetic glances from the handful of his clanmates who still doubted his abilities. He'd rather gnaw off his own tail than deal with them. Shaking the thought off, Bonestrike lifted his tattered ears and paused, hearing the faint flutter of a gull's wings nearby. With an accomplished grin, the black and white Tom lowered his belly to the ground and began slinking forward, setting his paws with expert silence on the cushion of pine needles that covered the forest floor. He wouldn't have to one back with nothing, he'd come back with a seagull, and he'd come back with his head held high.

[sniperskukri-blog]

I. NAME

Sniper. (Mundy works too, but usually for close friends.)

II. GENDER & PRONOUNS

demiboy, i go by they/them pronouns only.

III. AVAILABILITY (SCALE OF 1 - 10)

I’m usually on everyday, tbh. I go to bed at around 11-12am. I’d say 9/10?

IV. TIMEZONE

I live in Saskethewan, Saskatoon. Currently Central time.

V. TUMBLR URL

sniperskukri is my current url.

CHARACTER INFO

I. NAME

Russetstar (Russetsquirrel / wing if warrior)

II. AGE

47 moons.

III. GENDER & PRONOUNS

Russet is a transgender tom. He uses he/him and sometimes they/them

IV. CLAN

GraniteClan.

V. DESIRED RANK

Leader, or deputy if possible? If not, a warrior.

VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

link of what he looks like

Russet is a dark ginger tom with pale yellow eyes, he is average in his height and has fluffy fur. He has a jagged scar on his shoulder with a battle from a rogue. His Muzzle is white, and the top of his head is an even darker ginger.

VII. PERSONALITY

Positive -

Positive

Selfless

Loyal

Negative -

Stubborn

Paranoid

Relaxed

VIII. BACKGROUND

Russetkit was born to Weaselbite and Crouchtail, at a young age something felt wrong - he knew he wasn’t a she-cat, he wanted to be like his father and would always protest when he was called a beautiful she-cat or something along the lines of that. He wanted to be a tom, and strived for that. His father was quick to accept his son, and his mother would stubbornly follow after. Russetkit was now content with his gender, although he still got called a she-cat now and then.

When Russetkit was appointed to Russetpaw he was moved into the apprentices den, he was taught under a tom named Ratooth - a scraggly old tom that insisted he was a she-cat, however, Russetpaw would pursue and say he was a tom and nothing else. The two would argue, but Russetpaw would usually win. Training was rough, but he made a friend named Lilypaw. They were quiet, and didn’t talk about too many things but Lilypaw was good company for Rusetpaw. They could trust them with many things, and even Russetpaw’s gender talk. Lilypaw and Russetpaw would go on patrol with another warrior, to this day he had forgotten their name and encountered a violent rogue who refused to leave GraniteClan territory, they were forced to engage and Russetpaw would earn a scar to the shoulder. Lilypaw would suffer an infection, and fall ill.

His parents would also fall ill near his warrior ceremony, Russetpaw and Lilypaw were suppose to become warriors together, but Lilypaw was still suffering from her infection. Russetpaw would become Russetsquirrel (wing) for their flightly personality and jumping abilities. The newly made warrior was greeted with the news that their parents had died from an illness, mourning with the sickly Lilypaw the tom would become more introvert then usual. Quickly, Lilypaw’s worsening infection would take their life which drove Russetsquirrel into a deeper pit of minor depression, causing him to work harder. (This is the if he becomes leader section.)

Russetsquirrel, overworked and exhausted would somehow find himself appointed to deputy? He could of sworn he was an apprentice a moon ago… although, the tom gladly accepted the rank and would strive to become more positive, and be a role model to his Clan. He was able to overcome his loss, and finally be himself again.

After the death of the current leader he would embark on his journey to receive his nine lives.

IX. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION

Russet is a homosexual, homoromantic.

X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

i’m gonna use something from my fanfic it thats ok!

The large group of cats flooded into the alleyway, heaving panting and groaning as they finally came to a stop. This place was dangerous. Ospreystar had to lead her Clan out. And fast. The white she-cat jerked her head to Brindlestripe, who was carrying two small kits in her mouth. “Where’s Rosefoot and Shrikeleg?” The weary she-cat would ask.

Brindlestripe dropped the two young ones, a grim expression forming on her face. “In the chaos… Darkpaw reported that Rosefoot was crushed by a monster and… Shrikeleg wasn’t strong enough.” Rosefoot had been Brindlestripe’s sister, Ospreystar looked at the two kits. Poppykit and Littlekit, correct? The two wouldn’t survive. They needed milk, and a warm shelter. “Any others?”

"Tigerswipe noticed that Goatclaw and Batwhisker didn’t follow us." The deputy picked the two kits back up, Ospreystar dipped her head and sighed. She would let her deputy mourn her sister, and noticed Sleepypaw - so she didn’t fall behind. Knowing the newly made apprentice, she was surprised she managed to stay awake the entire time. "Why did we leave Ospreystar…?" Sleepypaw would inquire with watery eyes, trying to hold back her tears.

"We were chased out by GorseClan and CliffClan," Ospreystar spoke with more confidence. She must be strong. For her Clan. For DuskClan’s sake. "Why?" The apprentice would respond, shaking her head. "I… I don’t know, Sleepypaw."

The three Clans had been on good terms with each other, it was so sudden… GorseClan and CliffClan came charging into camp, forcing them into this forsaken twoleg territory. Brindlestar had led whatever Clan-mates she could into the deep alley, and now they stopped to rest. She brought her attention back to the apprentice, “Sleepypaw… can you tend to Lilycloud?” Averting her attention to where Brindlestripe, and Lionjaw had led the queen to a decent place to rest. It look like she had agreed to nurse Littlekit and Poppykit.

"Of course, Ospreystar!" Sleepypaw let out a yawn, and bounded off. Ospreystar sighed, brushing past her mourning Clan to find Pondlily who had managed to collect a disgustingly tiny portion of herbs. "We’re doomed, Ospreystar…" Pondlily groaned, glancing up at her leader. "No, we aren’t." DuskClan’s leader growled sharply, "We will survive, and return to the forest shortly."

"How do you know?" Came a rough voice, Swanclaw. As she limped her way over she glared at Ospreystar. "You let us get chased into this… horrible place. We lost so many cats! I bet you don’t even know how to get out without killing or losing us." Swanclaw was… surprisingly right. Her mate, Bagderbelly went up to try and sooth her, but she just grunted.

Ospreystar would just nod her head, and guide Pondlily and her herbs under a dumpster. Their backs pressed to the cold metallic object, they would chat. “Pondlily, why did StarClan not warn you of this?” The medicine cat looked defeated, her gaze turning to her paws. “Maybe they wanted us to go, Ospreystar.” She responded with a whimper, ears flattening against her skull.

"Impossible! You speak as if… you’ve lost hope." Had the she-cat already succumbed to defeat? Ospreystar would frown as she peered out from the dumpster to see her Clan huddled together, whining and murmuring amongst each other. She nodded her head, knowing what she must do. The DuskClan leader pushed herself out from under the dumpster, striding over to a cardboard box and yowling. "DuskClan," Ospreystar would begin.

There was no need for the formal gathering chime, she had no idea what she was standing on anyways. All that it was soggy. “Our defeat has left us more lost then we should be.” Sarcastic agreements came forth, her favorite one from Littlepaw. Brindlestripe hushed them all, glancing up to her leader. “We will not disband, we have always been family. DuskClan, we can make this work… I promise you, we can survive.”

There was no agreement, no warrior that would lighten the mood. No, there never would be after this… they had been driven from their home, the world they were forced to leave behind.

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i was paranoid so i m gonna repost this im so sorry omg

[tvranny]

Darn, this was a bit hard to format bc tumblr isn't coroporating. Ah, well, hope this is good enough. And, just going to put out that im p sure that i must've said Honeyflower (which i now love so much omg) was in Shoreclan, not Graniteclan. That would be a mistake. They are in Graniteclan. xD Luckily, I think I caught most mistakes when proofreading.

I. NAME Honeyflower II. AGE 19 moons. ((basically just made a warrior a few moons before) III. GENDER & PRONOUNS Agender; highly prefers they/them pronouns.

IV. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Panromantic Demisexual V. RANK Warrior. VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE bicolor (50% white. as in, white muzzle up the nose, white paws and belly.) golden mackerel tabby and white with gray-ish, dull colored green eyes. They have long whiskers, a fluffy, slightly flat looking tail, and big ears. They have a lithe form for the most part, so they often use it to their advantage in battle and when hunting. VII. PERSONALITY Quick to Conclusions- Honey (just gonna call them that as a nickname) is a cat that quickly jumps to a conclusion about something or someone, no matter how “out there” it actually is. This is a notable example of how far they may go to protect cats that they care about, but it is very easy to refer to it as negative. One situation that can be used as an example would be the possibility of something like a rogue, or a loner, walking into the camp. A drastic conclusion that Honey would take would be that it is an ambush, and they would be quick to jump to their feet in defense.

Defensive- This can be put up with the previous one, but regardless, it would be important to mention that they are quite defensive of… well, a lot of things. If you have to guts to throw an insult, their happy-go-lucky exterior would probably drop and they’d turn pretty aggressive and automatically defend theirself, understandably. (honestly, violence may not be a resolution but i guess this isn’t a negative.. idk tho)

  Immense Pride- They really aren’t the best cat to be leader, with the addition of this one. Honey really wouldn’t want to be leader anyway, but they aren’t exactly the best choice for leader, either. With their fierce pride in their clan and their defense in their clan, interacting with other clans isn’t their forte. This is a trait that pulls all the other ones together, as you know, an insult can send claws flying with them. So, insult their clan and that anger gets let out. ((in other words, their not really a Firestar or a Bluestar…))

  Social- Surprisingly, despite all else, they can be quite a social cat. Just as long as you aren’t Shoreclan, they’ll probably like you. Besides, with their warm colored coat and soft gaze (despite their not as soft eyes), they’ll pull most cats right in. They are a cat that, when you get to know them, and see past their slightly defensive temper, can be a good friend to those they trust and likes. (emphasis on trust)

  Optimistic- They are also one to see good in most, if not all, things. The Shoreclan leader that she may or not have snapped on? That’s okay. Graniteclan is fine. Graniteclan lost a battle? That’s okay, Shoreclan will probably lose the next one.

  Loyal- It has most likely become obvious that she is very loyal to Graniteclanclan. Very. To the point where she might take drastic measures, despite her efforts to control herself. Any one who dares to step outside what the warrior code allows them to will most likely get a glare, or more, from her.

  VIII. BACKGROUND As said after this, Honeyflower was an only kit, so they started out with few to play with. Although in the nursery, a few decided to play with her, all of them went their own ways once they were apprentices. Pineclaw had then given them the attention they had always wanted, other than their parents. They grew close, platonically, and the fierce loyalty from Pineclaw passed down to them. Honey didn’t have the greatest progress in strength such as in battle, but their light paws and flat (although thick) fur makes them almost streamline.

The roleplay sort of starts after they become a warrior. With the uneventful start to their warriorhood, they hope for more action and more relationships, negative or positive with other cats. However, their biggest goal is to serve Graniteclan to the very end, of course, like others, even at the cost of their life.

IX. FAMILY & OTHER RELATIONS Ravenwing- Mother. I don’t know what else to include, exactly. But, Honey did get the hatred for Shoreclan from her, so there’s that.

  Turtlepelt- Father.

  Honey is an only child. (kit?)

  Pineclaw- Mentor.

  They are too early in their warriorhood to have an apprentice, as of now.

^^^ all of the above are not going to be played in the roleplay

X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE (( ill just write it up now. ill note now that this is just a random shore, as i haven’t read any info about the territory yet)

  Honeyflower stepped onto the rocky shore, taking in their surroundings carefully. They lifted their head, sniffing the moist air for any signs of prey. The salty water lapped at their paws, and when they couldn’t scent any prey, they turned to look further up the shore. Nothing. Besides the expanse of the sand, of course. Muttering under their breath, they padded on, their long whiskers twitching.

“This is so odd…” They remarked, digging her hindpaws into the sand below them. Honeyflower looked up into the sky, eyes catching a seagull flying by. Too high up for them to catch. Surely there couldn’t be anything wrong? Maybe this is normal. Maybe I just am too used to the multitudes of prey I caught as an apprentice. Heaving a sigh, they continued to walk on, reassuring themselves that at least some type of prey would show up sometime.

((if that isnt enough, i can write more))

[thepaladog]

GraniteClan leader application

ABOUT YOU

I. NAME

Jessie! Regularly called "Pala" or "Cinna".

II. GENDER & PRONOUNS

Female leaning towards non-binary at times.

III. AVAILABILITY (SCALE OF 1 - 10)

8!

IV. TIMEZONE

Eastern.

V. TUMBLR URL

thepaladog.tumblr.com

CHARACTER INFO ---- CUTTING HERE BECAUSE IT GETS LONG

Wildstar. (Warrior name: Wildrose.)

II. AGE

45 moons.

III. GENDER & PRONOUNS

Demigirl.

IV. CLAN

GraniteClan

V. DESIRED RANK

Leader or deputy (preference to leader).

VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Tortoiseshell with dappled fur, generally leaning more towards a light brown. She has a thick scar on her stomach and scars on each side of her throat. Her fur is a bit thicker towards her tail. Her eyes are her most unusual feature - a purple so pale they're almost blue. A fairly good photo:

VII. PERSONALITY

Wildstar is a cat who doesn't like sharing about herself freely. While she takes interest in many aspects of Clan life, especially the training of apprentices, she's rarely a cat to be seen passing a warm or funny comment. This can lead others to find her distant and impassive - some cats have disliked her placement as leader, finding her too aggressive and defensive, but others know that she would do anything to keep GraniteClan safe. The ends justify the means, though she will never be intentionally cruel if she can help it. She is generally quiet, rarely raising her voice.

VIII. BACKGROUND

Wildkit was always polite and friendly, helping out her mom whenever she could. Her father died before she was born from greencough, and as a result, she was very close with her own mother. She was captivated by the kits and loved when new kits came into the nursery, since it gave her a chance to show them around and welcome them to the Clan. She always wondered whether she'd grow up to have kits herself - most of the queens talked about what a delight kits were - but she also found herself staring up at the sky many nights puzzling how she could be a queen if she wasn't even sure that she was a "she".  Being made an apprentice was thrilling. Her mentor was always patient, though many cats in the Clan found her straightforward thought processes amusing. Wildpaw was terrible at joking, taking most things at face value. She did excel at hunting, with soft paws and a coat that helped her blend well with the shadows. While she was an efficient battler, she was prone to over-thinking. However, her inquisitive nature paid off, and on the day of her warrior assessment, she was chosen to scent at the border. A strange smell touched her nose, and before she could call out, Wildpaw and her mentor were attacked by a rogue. The rogue's fur was fluffed to three times its size, with manic eyes and spittle coming from its mouth. During the battle, the savage cat managed to claw Wildpaw's belly with a wound that left her unable to move, and left with bite marks on her throat as well. Thankfully a patrol came along - the rogue had to be killed to be stopped. It took her weeks to recover from her stomach wounds, but the worst news was that which the medicine cat delivered at the end of that first night - the cat that had attacked her was infected with a disease, and Wildpaw might suffer the same consequences. She healed, and she was given her warrior name of Wildrose. However, it was hard to ignore the stares of her Clanmates. The word of the disease that could possibly be dormant in her body had spread, and whispers radiated about whether she could be trusted. She had to check in with her medicine cat regularly, who inspected her for signs of fever or dehydration. The moons trickled by, and it was slowly clear that she had not contracted the illness, though some cats still eyed her with suspicion. She had also been told that her belly wounds were too terrible, and she would never have kits. Though others, especially her mother, mourned for her, Wildrose felt an odd sense of relief - she would be able to work with the young cats of the Clan, but she would never be expected to bear her own. She had been realizing that she-cat wasn't always the right term for her, and to have the pressure relieved wasn't something she could freely confess to her Clanmates. The flinches and the suspicion had taken its toll on Wildrose in the moons that had passed. She threw herself harder into learning the ins and outs of Clan life, doing her best to prove to him that, no matter what happened, she was always loyal to her core. The rest of the Clan noticed a particular rise to her ferocity in battle, particularly border skirmishes, where she was quick to fling apprentices out of the battle, especially her own, and take on cats much bigger than herself. This ferocity and loyalty eventually won out, and she found herself as deputy. These moons were relatively peaceful and surprisingly short - the old leader lost his last two lives seemingly heartbeats apart, the first to a fall off a cliff-face when some rubble fell loose, and the last to a piece of prey poisoned by Twolegs. If I'm chosen as leader, I would hope to begin Wildstar's story here, as she takes over as leader, and I would be happy to write her leader ceremony with StarClan.

IX. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION

Aromantic pansexual.

X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

I haven't Warriors roleplayed in quite some time (haven't found a place that strikes my fancy!) but here's my most recent roleplay post - I apologize for the length! I promise I'm not always quite so wordy. This particular roleplay is an AU with Jonathan Crane of Batman lore as an Aperture Science scientist.

"Jonathan Crane didn't know how long he'd been working for Aperture Science, but he'd long since lost count. That didn't matter to him; the days spent bending over desks at Aperture were crisp and clean, far more desirable than anything he'd found outside of the place. He'd even chosen to be one of the permanent residents of the facility, working late into the hours of the night when most of the scientists had already returned home. This was his home. And he was never leaving. So when Cave Johnson died, Jonathan just began to work harder. More tests. The subjects were growing fewer, even though he knew that there were still many in storage. Time was of the essence. People grew weary, frail. But test chambers were few, and the different gels were not helping the situation by poisoning everyone who was subjected to them. More scientists were leaving, scared away by the lawsuits piling on top of the facility without Johnson at its head.  When Caroline stepped up as Johnson's replacement, it was completely fine by him. No changes to his work. He wasn't affected. Life continued as normal, even though Aperture was spiraling around him. He heard whispers now and then from some of the more robot-focused scientists, some project they were working on. He attempted to access the files and found them sealed from him. With his job too precious to risk for what could be innocuous to him, he continued his own work. Jonathan worked closely with the repulsion gel chemicals, being one of the few scientists who understood the compounds. His baby, though, was the neurotoxin. He'd created it on an order from his superiors for something that could quickly and humanely eliminate test subjects who had been injured and were in pain. The gas was effective. At times, too effective. Thankfully Jon was never among those affected in the early testing, but he saw one too many of his coworkers lost to the treatment. Accidents, of course. All accidents. It didn't stop him from exposing himself over time to build an immunity, though. Just in case. Just in case. And then She took over. GLaDOS was made known to the facility mere days before she became active. A life support system for the entire facility, she was going to make every bit of processing easier for those scientists left who actually wanted to do what they were here for. To some of them, it wasn't a job. It was how they lived. Then, one day, they didn't. Jonathan tasted it in the air before he felt it, little pinpricks on his skin and dryness in his mouth. Around him, one by one, they fell. All of them.  PROCESSING ACTIVATED. BIODEGRADABLE BEINGS UNNECESSARY FOR APERTURE SCIENCE. ANY REMAINING HUMANS SHOULD PLEASE REPORT TO BE ELIMINATED. He ran. Jonathan had never been so glad for his intimate knowledge of the facility. Bodies surrounded him, dead from neurotoxin, but he had no more time than to glance. The bots came around shortly after, removing the bodies and taking them to the incinerator. The entire facility smelled of burned human flesh for weeks. No matter how "freshened up" the air was in the facility, there was no way to rid the decay from the air. His office was where he eventually took residence. GLaDOS, he reasoned, would find him if she was going to kill him, no matter where in the facility he hid. He waited and waited, and no one ever came. No turrets blasted down his doors, no reconfigured neurotoxin hit his system. Then, one day, his computer screen lit up. A voice echoed in the room. JONATHAN CRANE. SYSTEM REGISTERS AS APERTURE SCIENTIST. LAB RESIDENT. TOXIN SPECIALIST. DETERMINED AS USEFUL BY SCIENCE. ACCESS: APPROVED. And then it was there, on the computer, access and maps to all of the testing facilities. Curious of his new power, he attempted to move the location of things within the facility. Each time resulted in "://ERROR:: USERNOT APPROVED". Enough of these attempts provided a bar at the bottom, written simply: DOCUMENT. So he did. He gathered his clipboard and paper, and he started to watch. GLaDOS was clearly bored, and each human put through the trials quickly failed.  Until one shows up. She's young, a young woman with wide and curious eyes. Brown, he notices. He isn't sure why he notices, but they're brown, like milk chocolate. Her hair is just slightly darker, almost black, and her round faces grows haggard quickly as the weeks go by. A diet of limited starches (just enough calories to keep her going) does little for her system, but he watches any of the extraneous fat on her body vanish quickly. And he's worried. She's so curious, attempting to befriend turret bots and learning the mechanics of the portal gun so easily it's as if the concepts are ingrained. He can only imagine it's a product of an overly excessive imagination, and he can readily admit to himself that he's impressed. It's his suggestion to give her the Companion Cube test. She's so full of empathy, Jonathan doesn't know how she'll take the incineration of the cube. He's watching from above the room, waiting for her to drop it into the fire, when he notices her fixing on it and leaning closer. She speaks, words he can't hear, then falls back on her rear. The process is unlike any he's seen from a subject before. Most abandoned their cubes quickly, eager to be free of anything that would earn them extra punishment. Before he can think on it too much longer, she's up and moving, and then suddenly, she's gone. It's through use of the Portal Gun, he can see, but she's gone, and his best guess is that she's nearby. He tracks her on the camera, sees her crawl into the back hall, and he braces himself. He's the only one here now, and he wouldn't put it past GLaDOS to allow the girl to kill him, as some other form of test. The toxin transmitter that he's began to carry is still on his wrist, and he readies it, just in case. He doesn't want to kill her. But he will. Then, just silence. The camera traces her to a closet without inside access, but he knows that it's enclosed. No Portal-adhesive paneling there. She's stuck, trapped like a rat.  A quick look at her file gives him a name. ALICE FITCH blinks at him on the screen in big letters. Very little extra information, though he imagines it's available. Though unnecessary, GLaDOS limits the amount of human qualities she provides him for the test subjects. She wishes to keep him cold and clinical. He's never struggled before. And so he steps out into the hallway, light footsteps, not wanting to startle her into bolting. When he reaches the door, Jonathan knocks, lightly, testing. "Miss Fitch, I'm afraid this is unauthorized space."