Across the golden prairies of BoarClan, the Clan stands on the brink of collapse. In a single day, both Clerics have vanished, severing BoarClan’s connection to the Everlight entirely. Now, the Clan must search its own ranks to see if any cat is willing to shoulder this sacred burden… or if the Pantheon itself will intervene and choose a Cleric in their stead.
Meanwhile, beneath the shadowed boughs of HemlockClan, illness grips their deputy. As worry spreads through the Clan, a grim truth settles in: a new deputy must soon be named. Eyes turn from cat to cat, each silently questioning who among them has the strength, loyalty, and resolve to serve as deputy.
The Wildrest is now accepting early applications for High Ranks. At this time, we are opening applications for:
BoarClan Cleric
HemlockClan Deputy
Before applying, all applicants must review our documents, which contain essential information on current events, character creation, and religious lore.
Applications for high ranks are now open! Apply here to submit your character!
Let the information on the blog about your chosen Clan inform your character creation, and feel free to send asks to our inbox if you have further questions! We ask that all applicants read and respect our rules, and we look forward to seeing your characters!
Refer to the timeline and introduction for further guidance!
High rank applications will close at 9pm PST on August 18th! All accepted will be contacted within the following two days.
Everyone who was accepted for a high rank position in any of the Clans has been contacted and alerted! Anyone who was not contacted, please feel free to re-apply in the general application! We loved everyone’s characters, and we’d love to see y’all in the server!
Thank you everyone who applied! Even if your characters aren’t selected for high ranks, we hope you’ll still consider re-applying when general applications open! Everyone did a fantastic job, and we look forward to roleplaying with you all!
General applications will open tomorrow morning.
We will post another update once all selected high ranks have been contacted!
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."
