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The Apostles is a warrior cats roleplay based in northern Wisconsin. On Lake Superior, the wild cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan and tribe cats have lived in a peace and harmony that ebbs and flows with the tide.
But as the tides turn, so does the truce that binds them to one another; and as the water raises, a darkness follows, an evil that will end in bloodshed and violence.
1. Please refer to the High Positions thread first before applying for a position as it includes HP rules and available positions.
2. Members interested in a High Position must respond to this thread with the completed High Position Form, which is available in the tab above.
3. High Positions are selected by staff based on the member's writing ability, IC activity, and desire to integrate into the plot. Other high position characters within that clan will also influence the decision.
4. All auditions must be under 2,000 words total.
5. Members are allowed one high position each.
6. Members can apply with an already established character or a completely new character.
7. If you make a new character, the cat must have a completed character application in the create a character board. Put [HP Audition] in the thread title, so that staff members do not accept the character.
Note: New characters that are not chosen for a high position may be accepted in another non-high position rank, accepted as a regular warrior, or deleted.
8. HPs should have a well-versed perspective on the clan/tribe they wish to lead, so make sure to read the current high position character bios, clan/tribe timeline, and plot thread before you apply.
9. Questions should be directed to a staff member.
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CURRENT AUDITION FORM
The RedwoodClan Medicine Cat Apprentice position is currently open.
Current and new RedwoodClan characters are welcome to apply!
[b]Name:[/b] Your name [b]Experience[/b]: List high positions previously held [b]Character Name:[/b] [a href="LINK TO BIO"]Character name[/a] [b]Position Desired:[/b] RedwoodClan Medicine Cat Apprentice [b]Medicine Cat Sample:[/b] Write a new IC sample with your character as the new RedwoodClan Medicine Cat apprentice! We love seeing day-to-day life of them in the position, performing their duties.
[b]How does becoming a medicine cat fit into your character's personal story/arc?:[/b] Describe your character's personal story/plot arc and how becoming a medicine cat fits into their current and/or future story and gives them purpose.
[b]What is their current relationship with StarClan? Could they be tempted by the Dark Forest (Coyotecall)?:[/b] Describe their relationships with StarClan and susceptibility to Dark Forest propaganda :3c
[b]What is their relationship with the current RedwoodClan high position characters?[/b] Describe your character's relationship/opinion on Finchstar, Tigerpool, and Asterstorm. You can include past characters as well.
[b]What do they think about the disappearing medicine cats and warnings about the tunnels?[/b] Describe their opinion on disappearing medicine cats and warnings about the tunnels!
[b]What does your character think about the growing tension in RedwoodClan between "pure bloods" and "half-bloods/outsiders"?[/b] Describe your character's views on the growing tension within the Clan. Are they on one side or the other?
Name: Canary Experience: Over the years I have played mostly medicine cats, but I do have some limited experience playing deputy positions. Character Name: Moth Guided by Fireflies Character Application: Moth Position Desired: Head Prey-Hunter
IC Sample: There was a crow struggling in a deep tide pool on the shore of Rock Where Leaves Fall. It flailed and flapped its little wings, desperately trying to keep its head afloat, but its feathers were weighed down by water and its muscles were weak with exhaustion. As Moth watched, its head bobbed below the water before it furiously began kicking its feet. It gave it just enough of a push to keep its beak above the water. The sides of the tide pool were steep and wet. Easily hidden under the waves at high tide. But when the lake breathed in, the tide left this barren flat of land with several deep tide pools. For the Tribe of Floating Stones, the tide pools were a source of excellent food. For the crow, it was a death trap.
Moth slinked out of the bushes where she was hiding and made her way carefully towards the tide pools. As she came closer, she got a better look at the crow. It was small - suggesting it was a youngling - probably a fledgling from last season. Its wings, while water logged and soaking wet, were strong and well polished. All signs of a healthy young adult of breeding age. In its current position, the crow would be an easy snack for Moth. But Moth knew better than anyone that an easy hunt was not always the correct hunt.
Sure, she could push it under the water and wait for it to drown; but it would serve little purpose. The crow would hardly be enough to feed one adult cat for a single day. On the other paw, Moth could let the crow go. Sure it could fly a couple feet then become prey for some fox, or die from other natural cause. But there was also of a chance of it going on to have children. And those children might be the key difference between a Tribe cat dying from starvation and the Tribe living to die another day. In the end, it was no decision at all.
Moth Guided by Fireflies made her way to the side of the tide pool. The crow seemed to have spotted her and started struggling anew. "Okay, okay." Moth meowed soothingly. Although, any meow from a cat probably wasn't soothing to a bird (quite the opposite). She leaned on the edge of the pool and dipped one of her forepaws into the water. The crow immediately started pecking at her paw. She drew back with a sharp hiss of pain. Looks like they were doing this the hard way.
Moth readjusted her position so she was standing more steadily. She dipped her paw once again in the water and quickly hooked her paws between the crow's side and wing. The crow thrashed and pecked against her grip, but Moth pushed through the pain. She pulled the crow out of the water and dragged it up the side of the tide pool until it was one dry land. She quickly unhooked her claws and put some space between herself and the crow.
She licked her paw casually and kept a sharp eye on the crow as it panted on the sand. It was obviously exhausted and unable to fly away. Moth felt a keen need to curl up next to the bird and keep it warm, but she resisted. She doubted the bird would appreciate her efforts. Instead, Moth settled herself in the warm sand to sun bath herself.
Moth and the crow sat in comfortable quiet for several long minutes. Eventually the crow regained its strength enough to start preening itself. Moth continued to stay by its side patiently until it finally flew away. She watched it disappear on the horizon and all she could do was hope she made the right decision.
Moth Guided by Fireflies | Diva | Flowerbite | Swanpaw
Dusklight wept in defeat, watching as her father took his last breaths, the stars seemingly circling around the leader's deceased body. She shed a single tear, watching his spirit leave in a philosophical way, as if she was able to feel all power leave the surrounded area of him. She walked away, running from the patrol, her mother and her clan yelling in dismay.
This is when she had left her birth-clan, off to find a life elsewhere. She had wanted to join into a tribe, as being interested though decided her father would rather her daughter a warrior. While her father, Dapplestar, would be proud of his children despite what they might do, would be glad to watch his daughter become a successful warrior maybe deputy.. or maybe walk along his paw steps.
The sky was slowly getting darker, the air becoming chillier and thinner. She found herself walking along a slow trail, around a Two-leg city, though trees still planted specifically around the pathway.
She spent most of the night walking amongst this trail, passing Two-legs walking their dogs in the early morning, the sun barely raising it's blinding muzzle over the mountains in greetings.
She decided after more hours of trotting along the stones, she should get a drink and take a quick rest. She wasn't in such of a hurry but did not know if there were even other clans. She's rather become a kittypet than a rogue or streetcat, so it was worth a shot looking for more areas to settle down.
Name: Wren Experience: I've got quite a bit of experience in literate roleplays, most of which comes from the warriors universe. I've played my fair share of Medicine Cats, as well as three different instances in Deputy positions one of which survived to Leadership. Character Name: Foxshade Character Application:Fox Position Desired: Thistleclan Deputy IC Sample: This sample was taken from a character of mine on another forum.
His eyes were still blurry with sleep despite his best efforts to clear them. He'd woken up earlier than he should have but Cicadapaw figured the earlier the better. The early cat gets the mouse, right? Besides, he'd been too anxious to sleep any longer in the first place and his inability to sleep quietly through the night had been the source of so many grumbling voices that the newly named apprentice found himself swamped with guilt. It wasn't fair to everyone else that needed to rest so he had picked himself up this morning despite his foggy mind and empty stomach and made his way to the falls.
The grass was soft against his paws, still cold from the morning's dew. Cicadapaw relished in the calming chirp of the birds overhead, doing his best to keep his mind firmly on the task at paw. Scarabpaw had been quick to jump into her usual morning pep-talk of not overthinking things and controlling his fear rather than letting his fear control him. Such things were easier said than done, though, especially knowing he had to look forward to having Barracudabite as his mentor.
Cicadapaw was perhaps the most surprised when Toucanstar announced that the silver-furred warrior was to guide him during his apprenticeship. In the hopes that your bold, unwavering nature will mold this young apprentice into a truly fearsome warrior of Jungleclan she had said. Cicadapaw had nearly laughed aloud at the prospect. Him? A fearsome warrior? Snakes were more likely to sprout wings and fly.
Even so, the brown and white male didn't want to disappoint his mentor and so he'd chosen to arrive at their designated meeting place entirely too early. He'd been shown the falls during a brief tour of the immediate territory and then instructed to find the riverside training grounds again at sun high before the formidable older warrior went on his way, leaving the apprentice to his own devices. Cicadapaw couldn't help but feel that this would be the first of many tests over the next however many moons. His crippling fear and anxiety had brought forth a slew of wide eyes and twitching tails among his clan. How could a cat as timid as he ever manage as a warrior? He'd asked himself the same thing countless times.
Still, Silverthread Falls hadn't been all that hard to find again. The way there seemed to be ingrained in his mind, and this was one instance in which Cicadapaw found himself filled with pride, however fleeting it may be. Coming to the edge of the river where the crash of the falls kicked up a steady mist he hunkered down, looking at himself through pensive eyes in the waters rippling reflection. I'll show them all, though. I'm not going to be the same scared little kit any more... I hope.
member: wren high position: thistle clan deputy character: Foxshade status:approved
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fog that hangs in air ∙ loudstorm ∙ aspenfoot ∙ eaglefang ∙ leafdapple ∙ orchid that blooms by night ∙ sparrowheart ∙ froststrike ∙ shrikesong ∙ streak of shooting star ∙ clawkit
Name:Maxx Experience: I have roleplayed warriors since I was 9 years old, meaning I have been an active roleplayer on and off for about 13 years. I have experienced every role and ran a warrior's guild on Neopets that lasted 2 years. Character Name: Orchidshade Character Application:Orchidshade Position Desired: Redwood Medicine Cat (I chose Redwood over Thistle because it offered the most diversity in the higher-up positions and because Foxshade is the deputy of Redwood. Both of the prefixes end in shade). IC Sample: "Stop", Orchidshade whispered as she put a stern paw against the shoulders of a struggling kit. "I never told you that this would be easy". Before her, a fluffy tom kit tried to spin awkwardly from her grasps. Outside of her den, the thunderous slaps of a downpour cascaded across. Their thumps echoed through the walls.
Nimble through the darkness, with only flashes of lightning to guide her way, Orchidshade struggled to find the thorn. The black she-cat was never particularly nurturing, but the steadiness of her grip and delicacy in its positioning allowed her to guide her teeth against the kit's shoulders. "Are you going to bite me?", he winced, never being so close to any cat but his kin. "I heard you decorate with cobwebs, and ... and you eat moths instead of fresh-kill". Orchidshade blinked in annoyance and continued to search his tiny fur. Of course she didn't, but Orchidshade had grown accustomed to the pathetic rumors. Her appearance, almost celestial in nature, was often a pariah amongst the young who found her eery and frightening, if not for her darkness, but her intimidating skills in clan medicine. It didn't help that the she-cat was additionally coy, if not completely antisocial. But, she was here to help the kit, that is what medicine cats are for.
The kit squeaked in relief as the large thorn exhaled itself from the tiny muscles. On the beat, Orchidshade relaxed away from the kit and met his eyes, her own ominous and lunar. "Yes?", Orchidshade questioned methodically.
"Oh, nothing", the tom squeaked, his breath airy in wonder. Her eyes were huge.
"Then, move along. I'm sure your mother is very worried. Let me escort you through the rain", she confirmed wrapping her tail to guide the tom.
"Do you think the rain will stop?", the tom finally questioned as they reached the head of the nursery. "Hmm", purred Orchidshade. She blinked and lifted her muzzle towards the sky. "No".
Post by c a n n a on Sept 10, 2019 21:52:52 GMT -6
NAME:Canna EXPERIENCE: Over the years I've played 7 leaders, 3 deputies, and 3 med cats. CHARACTER:Hemlockheart POSITION DESIRED: LichenClan Deputy IC EXAMPLE: This post is from a similar character on a different forum
Desperate, frenzied paws beat against the ground as Boarbelly parted the long, growing grass. He had never ran so fast in life, but as a bleeding kit hung limp in his jaws, he couldn't help but keep this speed. Adrenaline kept him going, pulsing through his veins as he practically rivaled the swiftness of a hare.
His mind was a crazed jumble of emotions. Physically, he was in shock. Sure, he had probably seen far worse in battle, but something about his son--a kit--being the victim made his blood run cold. That, and the fact that he could've done something. But before he could wrap himself in guilt, another emotion lingered in the back in mind.
Like storm clouds--they loomed over his other feelings ominously and poured upon them. That emotion was anger. He didn't know who he was angry at. A part of him felt enraged at Pikekit for not trying harder. Still, he knew that that was irrational--the boy was just a kit--and that he should have been more disappointed in himself. He was the one who had taken his son out there--had encouraged him to climb the tree--and hadn't bothered to say anything when the classic tabby kit put his life in danger. Cats die all the time. He found himself thinking. He felt denial more than he felt anger. Apprentices risked their lives in training under him all the time. Why was this different? Because it was his blood?
The thought of going easy on kin made him sick. Such bias put the clan at risk. Such bias put his kits at risk. He couldn't decrease his training all because this was his son. He couldn't decrease training with anyone. This cat was of FireClan--and in FireClan--you had to put your life at risk every day if it meant keeping your clan-mates alive. It was in the code. And if you broke the code, you were no better than the narcissists in WillowClan or the killers in RavenClan.
These thoughts were at the fore front of Boarbelly's mind as he sprinted into camp. And as he placed his unshapely son in the medicine cat den, he couldn't help but scowl at how weak he and his son had been. He panted as the adrenaline faded from his blood stream, still, he held a steady glare on the medicine cats before him--something Fernheart and Blossompaw were far too familiar with.
"He needs medicine," He began, too lost in his emotions to bother greeting them. "He fell." He panted. "I-I don't know where he's hurt but....I know he's too strong to die right now. Do something."
Experience: I have years of experience in the medicine cat department, but I once occupied a temporary deputy position for several months, and I've played a leader twice.
Wide, bright yellow eyes stared up at Northsky. Within their golden depths he could decipher her apprehension and insecurity. Daisypaw was a vulnerable seed, left in Northsky's paws to nurture until she blossoms into a beautiful flower. Northsky, although he tried, couldn't refrain from purring with affection and delight. Daisypaw awakened happiness in others; she just radiated joy, and Northsky was not immune to her power.
Daisypaw sported LichenClan's common feathery, thin pelt. She was pure white, with round, vibrant sun-yellow eyes. She was small, and Northsky wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her for an older kit. The tips of her ears just barely reached his chin. She was the epitome of innocence, and just hearing her name activated Northsky's need to protect her. With Daisypaw under his wing, no harm whatsoever would come to her; he'd make sure of it, and so would Asterfern.
He'd only recently been gifted Daisypaw as his first apprentice, and he couldn't have asked for anyone better. They'd explored the entirety of LichenClan territory just a couple days ago, and since then, he'd introduced her to beloved apprentice chores. Today, Northsky wanted to practice the hunting crouch with her among the birch trees above the sea caves. He would try to make the hunting part of her training last forever. He could not bear to subject Daisypaw to slashing unguarded bellies or bringing swift, numerous blows down on an opponent. She was too innocent for the horrors of battle.
Northsky pulled his gaze away from Daisypaw's, directing his attention to the sky outside the gaping sea cave opening. The usually pale blue sky, littered with wispy white clouds, was now gray and gloomy, no blue to be seen. Northsky could taste rain on the way. The lack of sun always left him in low spirits. He found murky skies to be depressing and hopeless. He turned back to his apprentice, to her wide yellow eyes, and felt his mood lift immediately. This time, he didn't try to fight the rumbling purr deep in his throat.
"Know what? We can always train tomorrow. I saw a big, round mouse on the fresh-kill pile. Care to share with me?"
Name: Ego/Egotistic Experience: x2 Medicine Cat/Apprentice | x1 Deputy Character Name: Ratwhisker Character Application: Ratwhisker Position Desired: TC Medicine Cat IC Sample: The undergrowth rattled dryly as a small brown water vole darted forward. Swerving through the wilting shrubbery, it sped from the bush to bush, finding shelter amongst the branches where its larger pursuer could not reach. But for all its tricks, it could not evade the ginger-and-white she-cat for long; as they neared the lake, the undergrowth grew sparser, and so too did the shelter it had used to shelter itself. Adding a last desperate burst of speed, it plunged through the reeds, out into the open clearing surrounding the lake.
Hissing with a mixture of frustration and bull-headed determination, Rowanpaw surged after it, bursting through the wall of frost-stiffened reeds out into the opening. But no sooner had her paws touched the ground than the vole disappeared into a hole near the water’s edge, its tail slithering after it like a furry snake.
Fox-dung! Panting, Rowanpaw paced towards the hole and gave it a sniff. Sure enough, the water vole was there, and with it the intoxicating scent of fear. But no matter how hard she tried to force her paw into the hole, the vole only managed to sink farther into the safety of its tunnel.
It was no use. It had escaped.
Sitting back on her haunches, the ginger-and-white tabby allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. She’d been hunting all day with little to show for her efforts except one measly mouse and a pelt full of snow; with the vole being the closest thing to edible she’d seen since she’d left camp, it left a sour taste in her mouth realizing that she’d lost it.
Sighing, Rowanpaw glanced out over the lake. She’d been so caught up hunting she hadn’t taken the time to realize where she was going; just as she had failed to note the single grey shape that was stepping across the ice.
Wait, what?! Doing a double take, she blinked with round, incredulous eyes at the tabby tom that stepped gingerly over the ice. He was casting about as if looking for something, and very faintly she could detect the FireClan scent that clung to his fur. But for all his searching he had not spotted her and, taking advantage of this, she hurried away to crouch among a patch of reeds.
Huddling among the brittle stalks, no sooner had she settled down than the tom lurched suddenly and the ice let out a deafening groan. It was unlike anything she’d ever heard, and as she craned to get a better look, the toms lower half sunk into the water as the ice gave way beneath him. Holding on with his forepaws, she watched, frozen with horror, as his claws slid uselessly across the ice's slick surface.
It would only be a matter of time before he’d be fully submerged, and after that… well, Rowanpaw didn’t want to imagine what would happen to him then.
Swallowing, she crept from the shelter of the reeds and glanced frantically to either side. What if he wasn’t alone? What if more FireClan cats were waiting to ambush her? Thoughts raced through her mind, and every sense in her body told her to run, but one look at the tom, scrabbling desperately to keep his head above the water, and her mind was made up: she was going to save him.
Leaping forwards, she landed on the ice with a light thump. Unsheathing her claws, she drew in a breath and, keeping an eye on the lakes frozen surface, lightly padded forward, her heart drumming in her throat.
Come on… just a little closer… Slowly she was closing the distance between them, and as she drew not but a tail-length away from the tom, she sunk into a crouch, took a few more steps forward, and reached out to grab his scruff. As soon as her teeth had sunk into the tom’s scruff, she braced her hindquarters and pulled with all her strength until, after a great deal of effort, she had hauled him clear of the water.
Releasing her grip, she let him sink from her jaws and down onto the frozen sheet with an unceremonious thud.
“You idiot!” she spat, flattening her ears against her skull as she glared at him coldly. “Just what do you think you’re doing, walking out on the ice like that? You could’ve gotten yourself—” she was interrupted by a blood-chilling creak.
Looking down, her eyes swelled as she spotted the cracks forming beneath them. The ice was going to collapse!
“Run!” she wailed and, her claws scrabbling on the ice, she scrambled towards the bank.
Name: Vera Experience: I have held very many high positions with Warriors sites throughout my years roleplaying (too many to count actually). I've mostly played leaders and medicine cats as well as a few medicine cat apprentices. I don't believe I've ever actually played a deputy before oddly enough. I've had my about three to four Warriors sites myself, with one running just shy of an entire decade. Character Name: Icefall Character Application:Icefall Position Desired: ThistleClan Medicine Cat IC Sample:
Breathe was coming in and out at a steady pace, the chilly morning causing it to be visible like a fog covering the grass. A white paw stepped into a particularly muddy patch on the ground, sinking slightly as a tom shifted his weight as he moved through the grass. His paws moved swiftly as he picked up his pace, his breathe became quickened, his heart racing. Within seconds, Icefall was racing through the grass, mud splattered all over his pure white fur. The medicine cat payed no attention to the staining of his coat though as a sense of urgency surged through his entire being.
Icefall continued to run, racing further and further until he felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. He was gasping for breath now as he screamed, "No! I have to... I have to... I can't..." Icefall desperately tried to keep going, the sense of urgency deep within his very bones. Suddenly, the white tom was falling into nothing. Icefall looked to the sky, wondering why StarClan had abandoned him as he screamed. A second passed and he was back on his paws, his pelt perfectly clean and dry once more. Four cats sat before him, their paws glowing in the silver color that indicated they were StarClan cats. They all stared at him, not saying a word. Icefall dipped his head respectfully, waiting to hear what his ancestors had to tell him.
It was several heartbeats later when he realized that the four StarClan cats were not going to speak. He started to ask a question but as soon as he opened his mouth, the four cats faded rapidly away; leaving him in complete darkness. Icefall started to panic when a whisper sounded right next to his left ear, "Stop this before it is too late. Belief must be restored."
Icefall woke with a massive start, gasping for breathe as he did his best to recover from his dream. That sense of urgency was still with him as Icefall got to his paws. He shook his pelt to shake himself further awake. Icefall had not had a dream from StarClan in quite a few moons. This was a bad sign indeed. He had to tell Thievingstar. Now. This was not something to hide from his leader. She must be aware of what StarClan was telling them. But would she even belief him... after all, she knew he had a massive secret that if it ever escaped his mouth; there was a large possibility that he would not only lose his position but might also be banished or exiled from his very home. Icefall hated lying to everyone. But what was he supposed to do? The Clan needed a medicine cat. But they did not need a murderer...
The white tom had to try though. It just was not in him to give up, not when others needed him. His light blue eyes quickly found Thievingstar's den and Icefall wasted no more time in practically flying to her den to tell her the news.
Ferretfoot - M, RC/TC, W - wip Icepaw - M, LC, MCA Ivypaw - F, LC, A - wip Silvertongue - F, RC, W
