Illusionpelt

[Illusionpelt]

Name: Illusionpelt

Age: 20 Moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: Mireclan

Personality:

Illusionpelt is a cat with a seemingly liquid personality. To those who do not know him well, this cat seems like one who never really knows where his mind rests. His thoughts seem ever-changing, and that can be awfully annoying to anyone who is attempting to speak with him.

However, Illusionpelt is not nearly as indecisive as he seems. The truth is is that he simply enjoys confusing his fellows. His mind is sharp and quick, and he because of this his behavior and thought patterns are often unpredictable, which is exactly as he likes it. Adding to the confusion, the tomcat is also extremely fond of speaking in riddles, metaphors, and anything else that makes him seem more mysterious.

The only time that Illusionpelt seems as blunt as any other cat is when he is with his patients. As typical of a Mireclan cat, he is not the overly sensitive or pampering type. If a patient is overreacting, he will tell them as much. However, he understands that his clanmates need the best care he can provide, and he would never turn away a sick, injured, or distressed cat.

Being intelligent, Illusionpelt knows better than to mess with Starclan.It also helps that his fascination with riddles spurs him on to decipher that which his ancestors choose to share with him. However, sometimes he gets so caught up in the message that he may forget-for a time-to inform his leader. But he always remembers, usually before anything bad happens.

Picture:

Short Description: The pale medicine cat with a mysterious personality.

Appearance: Illusionpelt's build could be best described as sturdy. He is not particularly large, but his thick pelt gives him a more hefty appearance. Beneath his coat he is actually quite lithe and slender, but like his name implies, his coat provides him with a sort of illusion. Besides thick, his pelt is also very pale. Where it covers most of his body, his pelt is a snow white. But light orange markings around his head, legs, and tail help add some color to an otherwise colorless body.

His head is thin and sharp, and seems to somehow fit his intelligent if unruly behavior. His eyes, always lively and watching all that goes on around him, are a pale bluish gray color. For the most part, his body is rather unflawed, except for the small scrapes, blemishes, and dirt-marks that are common on all clan cats. The only exception to this is a scar that can be found on his left foreleg. The scar itself is ragged and thick, running down most of the lower portion of his leg.

Despite his personality, his whole appearance seems to give off a more comforting feeling. This helps in his day to day medicine cat duties, as it often gives others a sense of calm around him. That particular illusion can be killed by looking too deeply into his sharp and intelligent eyes. Or, if that doesn't do it, it'll likely end as soon as he opens his mouth and spews one of his favored riddles.

History:

Illusionpelt was born as Illusionkit many a moon ago in Mireclan, and has lived there since. His early life was that of any other clan cat; day after day in the nursery, learning with his fellow kits and driving his mother mad. When he reached the tender age of six moons, he, like his fellows, was put under the tutelage of a warrior and began his life as an apprentice. However, it was a path that, for him, would not last long.

When he was only seven moons old, barely in training, there was a scrimmage with an enemy clan. Although the battle was short and, all considering, not very severe, in Illusionpaw's own fight with an enemy, he was injured pretty badly. The fight left him with a jagged scar on his foreleg, and more importantly, out for a few hours. During those hours, he experienced the most vivid dream he had ever had. He found himself amongst the stars, quite literally. And there, Starclan spoke to him. Although to this day he does not remember the exact words, he knows that from the moment he woke up he knew where his path truly lay.

At the time, the medicine cat of Mireclan worked alone. At first, he didn't think Illusionpaw serious. He brushed off the young cat's pleas, pleas to tell him more about the medicine cat life, and later, to make him the new medicine cat apprentice. But Illusionpaw was insistent, and it was when he finally brought his thoughts to their leader that his destiny started to move along. Still, the current medicine cat believed it only to be a passing fad-until the day that he took his soon-to-be-apprentice to speak formally to Starclan. When they accepted him without hardly a question, the former medicine cat finally accepted him too. And so his new life began.

His training went on as it always does for medicine cat apprentices. Slowly he learned of all the herbs and treatments and this, that, and the other thing. His mentor, while not a kind cat in general, was rather stern in his teachings, and Illusionpaw rarely heard words of praise from the aging cat. Still, this way of learning was almost better for the young cat, as he constantly worked to please his mentor.

Old age eventually claimed his mentors life, a short time after Illusionpaw became Illusionpelt. It was not an unexpected event, and although it hit the clan, and Illusionpelt, hard, the clan was not without help. Illusionpelt rose to his new position graciously, and has worked at it ever since, learning with experience and helping his clan in every way he knows how.

RP Example:

"Hold still, and stop your bellyaching." The pale tomcat said, his voice much less severe than the words themselves. A single slender paw was pressed tight against a small wound on the leg of his newest patient. The young she-cat, a newly named apprentice, had been out among the bogs when she tripped. A small rock in the murky depths had caught her, but at the expense of her leg, which it had ripped open like freshkill. Of course, as it was with all young cats, she was making a bigger deal of it than was necessary.

"I said hold still. You're making it bleed more. If you don't settle down and stop this incessant wiggling, I'll make sure you get stuck tick-checking the elders for moons!" He threatened the young cat. At his words, she turned a critical and annoyed eye on him, but finally and blessedly complied. Now that she was still, Illusionpelt was able to stretch his body over to a nearby shelf made of dried mud and grab a wad of cobweb, always kept on hand for just this sort of thing. Moving his hand, he pressed the wad into the still bleeding wound. The dressing staunched it almost immediately. Nabbing a few leaves to enhance the binding, Illusionpelt finally moved away from his patient.

"There. As snug as a mouse in a burrow. You'll have to take it easy, for a time, but you should be back on your feet and catching prey in no time." He told her, settling down on his haunches and fixing her with his steely gray-blue gaze. She climbed to her feet, her ears pressed back in a constant wince. She looked at him with eyes pierced with pain.

"It still hurts, Illusionpelt." She whined, her intelligence dulled by the needling voice of an apprentice.

"Of course it does." He scoffed, blinking at her in barely concealed annoyance. "It probably will, for a day or too. But the pain will make you stronger. You'll simply have to bare it. Now shoo!" He ordered her, waving a single paw at her. The apprentice, looking as annoyed as he, turned tail and stalked from the den. Illusionpelt watched her go, his tail twitching lightly. Once she had crossed into the apprentices den, he turned his eyes to another young apprentice, who was sniffing around the pile of prey.

"You!" Illusionpelt said, beckoning the young tom with his tail. Looking a bit nervous, the cat padded over. Once he had reached the medicine cat, he dipped his head.

"Yes, Illusionpelt?" He asked, his voice quiet and shy. The medicine cat watched him for a couple of seconds, and then pointed at the freshkill pile.

"I'd like you to fetch a piece of freshkill for your injured friend. She'll need the substanance. And I'd like you to slip these-" at this, Illusionpelt pushed forward a few poppy seeds- "into the meal. But don't you dare tell her that you did!" He said, his voice turning stern at his last instruction. The young apprentice, looking mildly frightened, nodded his head in understanding, grabbed the seeds, and dashed away. Illusionpelt watched him, amusement in his eyes.

"Apprentices." He said, shaking his head lightly as he turned and padded back deep into his den.

[Fernpool]

ACCEPTED

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