[ . illusionstar . ]

[[ . kagamine . ]]

BASICS

Name: illusionkit illusionpaw illusionwhisker illusionstar
Age: 19
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Male

PERSONA

Personality:

HOW HE THINKS

Illusionstar thinks everything through before he acts in a way that will affect his clan. As a result, he cares deeply for Windclan, and all it's cats - from the most annoying to the bravest and the most respectful. Though he has slightly less respect for those annoying little apprentices.
He has a more developed vocabulary and knowledge of things for most cats his age and size - being a small cat of only a Warrior's age doesn't do you much good if you want to look like you're intelligent. As a result, he doesn't settle for just the basics; if your explaining to him why you weren't doing your patrol or your job, he wants every single detail, not just the basic outline of why.
This small cat comes across as an antisocial feline who wouldn't give a damn if something happened to any of the cats in his clan. Though he doesn't like talking to anyone other than the cats he trusts - the deputy, medicine cat, and a select few warriors - Illusionstar does actually care about his clan and all it's cats. He'd give up all nine of his lives to save even the most obnoxious of apprentices.

HOW HE ACTS

To put this in layman's terms, he can be described as an impatient, grumpy, 'know-it-all', as most cats put it. Though, 'know-it-all' is hardly the term to put it by. He is simply a cat for the rules, and if you do not follow them, he will correct you and make sure you do it the right way. Impatience, he must admit to. He simply do not like to wait. So, if you value your ears, do not keep him waiting. Grumpy is actually not the correct term. He, most of the time, do not care. It's hard to impress him, and even if you manage to, it will not show. When it comes to feelings, he believe they get in the way. Most cat's feelings get in the way of the clan's ways. To put it simply, he does not care if 'you wanted to say hi to your friend in Thunderclan'. You break the rules, you get in trouble. Feelings have nothing to do with his judgment. His size is none of your concern. I will not tolerate your judgment on his size. To put this simply, do not call him an apprentice, and do not comment that he is 'too small to be the Leader.'



Fears;

• Death
  
• Showing his 'true' feelings
  
• 'big scary cats' [Stormclan]
  
• his last mentor
  
• Fear itself
  

Likes;

• lazing around in his den
  
• Windclan
  
• on rare occasions, chasing rabbits
  
• staring down the 'great cliff'
  
• his last apprentice, Fluffpaw
  

Personal Quote: I am the Leader, you mousebrain!

PAST

History
illusionkit was born to two windclan cats - Oceaneyes, a small white she-cat with ocean blue eyes, and Silverstreak, a silver tabby tom with copper-colored eyes. They raised him until they became an apprentice, where he was than put in the paws of a rude tabby she-cat, Clearfur - a pale gray tabby with dark green eyes. Clearfur was not gentle with raising him, not at all. If he screwed up, she punished him harshly. If he did well, he got a '.. Hmmpt.. Good job.' His training for becoming a warrior was not easy to accomplish, not at all. Illusionpaw was rather pleased with becoming a Warrior. Now named Illusionwhisker, he did his job to the best of his ability, and he did well, for the most part. The small tabby threw a fit constantly however, for being asked 'Where's your mentor?'. He was a warrior, not some kit.
When he became the Deputy, he lived on with life, somewhat surprised, though he simply lived on, assigning patrols and the like. When the leader died, however he was rather shocked. He had never seen death, or really paid attention to it for that matter. Death had been a new thing to him - blocking out his memory of becoming the leader. May it of been a life changing experience, he doesn't remember getting his lives, just seeing the cats. When he returned to camp, he resumed his life, only taking charge as leader, and taking upon a.. rather laid back style.
Mother: Oceaneyes
Father: Silverstreak
Siblings: None
Mentor: Clearfur
Other: Leafstar, the former leader of Windclan

APPERANCE

Apperance: Illusionstar is a tiny cat, probably no bigger than the smallest of warriors. Though tiny, he still is the leader of this clan. Covering him is silver fur, black blotches stopping it from being completely silver. On his paws, it's a near white shade of the color, no blotches or anything covering them. His ears are big, and his eyes are wide - giving him a rather kit-ish appearance. Though he's bigger than a kit, he is much bigger than a kit. Dull copper eyes shine out of his silver and black pelt, the only color that dares show on him.

EXAMPLES

Role Play Example;

Sullen felt disgusting again, as they completed their work. Sitting up, he looked to his side, and saw only his sister, looking back at him with a smiling face. Withing minutes, they were in a clown costume, spinning through the fair grounds, handing out fliers to the passing citizens, real and fake smiles on their faces. "Come to the circus~!" she would chirp, handing a child a flier and him handing this child a balloon. Unlike their old heights of three-foot eleven, and four-foot, they were growing close to five-foot five, as this was a brand new body. Not their old ones, that they had grown so used to.
Giggling and laughing, Grin handed another one to a child, followed by Sullen handing a balloon to the kid. She giggled and looked at him, "Isn't this so much fun, Sulleeenn~?" with the hand she controlled, she poked his nose, and he only grunted in response, looking away and blankly calling out, "Come to the circus..." Shaking her head, and still smiling, she poked his nose again, "More excitement, Sullen!" Again, the left head grunted in response, and they returned to carrying out their jobs.
Inside the tents, sat the other two deformities. A pale blue-green girl sat in her own cage, staring at forward as she sat. Horns poked out of her hair, and unobvious goat legs under her puffy dress. Next to her, a blue cannibal, close looking to Kaito, sat, binded up in a straight-jacket, twitching. Sharp teeth poked out of his mouth, and drool dripped down his chin as he twitched, staring off into space, day-dreaming about food and the like.

[SKiTTLES?!]

Approved