Mottlesplash- RiverClan- Medicine Cat

Identity Crisis
Full Name: Mottlesplash
Nick Names: None
Age: 36 moons
Sex: Female
Breed: Mixed
Alliance: RiverClan
Position: Medicine Cat
Sexuality: Irrelevant

Looking In The Mirror
Eye Color: Green
Pelt: White with calico mottling down her body
Body Type: Slightly plump with somewhat short legs
Identifying Features: None
Appearance: Mottlesplash is primarily covered by soft, white fur, on her face, down her chest and on her belly. Mottled hues of orange and black are painted along the top and back of her head, and along once side of her body down to her tail. Her eyes are a shade of green not unlike grass. Her body is rather plumper than is typically normal for Clan cats, but she's by no means fat. Stocky, she prefers to call herself. Her legs are a bit short, but they don't slow her down any. Her ears are slightly rounded at the tip.

Under the Microscope
Likes:

• Helping her Clan
• Gathering herbs
• Going to Gatherings
• Eating fish
• Hanging out in the nursery

Dislikes:

• Cats who ignore her
• Running low on herbs
• Her Clan getting into unnecessary fights
• Cats who run stupid risks
• Being unable to cure a cat
• Leafbare

Strengths:

• Empathy
• Knowledge of herbs
• Not afraid to shout a cat down
• Sharp-sighted
• Strong-willed
• Good memory

Weaknesses:

• Not the best at fighting
• Doesn't like to swim
• Sometimes freezes in an emergency
• Takes losses too hard
• Her ability to cure often limited to the availability of herbs
• Has trouble with her breathing- asthma

Personality: Mottlesplash is a fairly typical medicine cat. She cares for her Clanmates to the best of her ability, with the herbs she has at her disposal. She's not above growling at a cat who's resisting or ignoring her, from the kits to the leader, though she knows there are limits to how far she can push and she heeds them wisely. When she's not healing, though, she mingles with her Clan well enough, talking and playing with the kits and sharing tongues with the elders. The innocence of the youngest and the wisdom of the eldest appeal to her, and she's admittedly not as fond of the warriors or their apprentices- always getting into fights and making injuries for her to heal.

Though she's RiverClan, she's not fond of the water at all. She'll wade, but don't ask her to swim. She won't if there's even the slightest hint of a way around it. She's not much better at fighting and even a half-grown apprentice can overpower her. Of course, her excuse is that any injuries she makes, she'll have to heal and she'd rather not, thanks very much.

Leafbare is her least favorite time of year, because the herbs die, and hunger and sickness crop up easily when the cold sets in. She's lost too many to greencough, and though she accepts that death is always a possibility, it's hard each time her skills and her herbs fail to cure a cat. Also tends to freeze in emergency situations, too much clouding her mind at once and she might need a physical push to jog her into action. Once going though, nothing will stand in her way.

Weighing The Odds:
Strength: 5
Defenses: 5
Endurance: 3
Agility: 5
Dexterity: 2
Wit: 15
Charisma: 10
Aura: 3

Background Check:
History: Mottlesplash was one of four kits, born to her mother, Silverfrost. Her father, she found out later, was Pineclaw, a tom from ShadowClan. But as a kit, this information was kept from her, because her mother knew if she told her kits, they would only tell everyone; and Silverstep didn't want the Clan to look down on her or her kits. She let them believe that the father was some tom in RiverClan, because the truth would help no cat.

Mottlekit and her littermates, Stripekit, Patchkit, and Streamkit, spent their early days like most kits. They played, with each other and with the other kits, got under the warriors' and apprentices' paws and begged stories from the elders. They practiced hunting and fighting, made up games and passed the days in a blur of fun. They envied the apprentices for getting to go hunt and fight for real, and consoled themselves with mock-battles in which they defended their Clan's honor and territory. Mottlekit, a bit smaller and weaker than the rest, often found it hard to keep up with the daily activities, and from the first, she had trouble with her breathing.

The medicine cat couldn't figure out what caused it, but it was obvious that hard play made it hard for Mottle to breathe, and her mother tried to limit her exercise, offering less strenuous games for the kit to play. It was hard for her though, being held back while her siblings ran all over the camp. However, the elders took her in, told her story after story, and when the other kits begged, they gave her the chance to stand out and be the center of attention when most of the time she was overlooked.

Still, the matter still stood- Mottlekit would never be able to keep up with the physical demands put on an apprentice. Silverfrost argued, told them to just take it easy on her. She could still learn, she could run and hunt and fight, she just needed to be taught at a slower pace. It was no good, as Rainstar argued. What if something went wrong and the condition worsened? What if she was drawn into a battle? He apologized, but there was nothing for it. Mottlekit just couldn't be allowed to be an apprentice if it would harm her.

So, while her siblings became warrior apprentices, Mottlekit was renamed Mottlesplash and sent to the elders' den.

There came a certain resentment from this. They hadn't even given her a chance before writing her off as useless and shunting her out of the way while her littermates got to train. Who could blame her for being upset? It was every kit's dream to grow up to become an apprentice and train to defend and care for their Clan. And while technically being an elder meant she had all of their privileges, she was still young and it stung to be told she wasn't good enough, or strong enough, to train as an apprentice. She grew depressed, lost much of her appetite, and slept more often, hidden away from the rest of the Clan.

There was sympathy from Silverfrost and Rainstar, as well as the elders, but it was the medicine cat who came up with the solution. Mottlesplash had been given coltsfoot for some time to help with her breathing, and so long as she was kept to the camp, there was little chance of her having an attack with no cat around. So, the medicine cat, Oakleaf, urged Mottlesplash out of the elders' den to begin helping with his tasks. He showed her the herbs and gave her leaves or roots to hand out to the rest of the Clan as necessary.

When Oakleaf realized that she had a good memory for herbs and cures, he decided to take her on as a full apprentice. While it hadn't been her first choice, Mottlesplash accepted in the end, because, as Oakleaf told her, she was helping in ways the rest of the Clan couldn't. Her memory stood her in good stead, made it easy for her to remember and recognize herbs with only a few reminders. She kept her full name, though she was an apprentice to Oakleaf.

And this lasted for many moons. She had a place in the Clan now, learning under her mentor, curing the injuries the warriors and apprentices suffered. She stood by during kittings and saw more than one elder, warrior or apprentice depart to StarClan. Attending Gatherings and visiting the Moonstone was also a part of her training, and while she had to carry extra coltsfoot with her just in case, she suffered only a few attacks over the course of her apprenticeship.

She was 29 moons when the outbreak of greencough that claimed Oakleaf's life and promoted Mottlesplash to full medicine cat status came. It was a rough time, losing him and hardly being able to grieve with other cats to care for, and then being alone, with nobody to talk to or share tongues with in the shelter of the medicine den. She would get used to the silence, eventually, but she still misses Oakleaf, though she sees him often enough when she visits the Moonstone, or even in her dreams. She had been a medicine cat for three moons when Rainstar also died, and Ivystar rose to leadership. So far, for the three moons Ivystar has been leader, everything has been peaceful and quiet.

Family: Father- ShadowClan cat: Pineclaw
Mother: Silverfrost
Brother: Stripedpelt
Sisters: Streamstep, Patchcloud

Breaking the Fourth Wall
Roleplayer Name: Taxx
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RP Sample: This was hard. Because while she did have her full name, Mottlesplash was still technically an apprentice and she was used to having her mentor hovering over her shoulder, relying on him in case she needed him. But this sickness- it had affected him too, and she was on her own, trying to care for all these cats. She'd done everything she could think of to do, everything she'd been taught to do since she had become an apprentice all those moons ago. But this was the first time she'd been truly on her own, and she was a little scared- what if she messed up and these cats all died?

One had already died, the day before. She had been taken out into the camp and the Clan had sat vigil for her through the night before being buried this morning. With a shake of her head, Mottlesplash moved to her stores to pick up a couple borage leaves, taking them to an elder and encouraging them to eat them. The atmosphere inside the den was stifling, full of sickness, and she fought down a shiver at the thought- if she fell sick too, who would help these cats? No, she couldn't think that way. They'd get better, but not if she sat around here wondering what to do.

Making a round of the cats, Mottlesplash checked each one's condition, distributing the herbs necessary and giving water to those who asked for it. It was all she could really do for now, until the herbs began to work. She hoped she wouldn't lose any more cats, and she'd do all she could to prevent it. She could only hope it would be enough, the herbs she used, with the knowledge she'd gathered over her time as a medicine cat.