Lynxrush | She-cat | LighteningClan Oct 28, 2020 10:09:32 GMT -5
Post by Gemini on Oct 28, 2020 10:09:32 GMT -5
Full Name • Lynxrush.
Age • forty moons.
Gender • She-cat.
Sexuality • Heterosexual.
Clan • LighteningClan.
Rank • Warrior.
Appearance Summary • A voluminous dilute calico Maine Coon she-cat with honey-golden eyes.
Overall Appearance •
Lynxrush's behemoth size is taken after her father, Heavydust. The family are all maine coon, technically all having large genetics. Her distinct triangular-shaped face resembles the Maine coon's wide maw, alongside the tufted tips of her ears. The pattern on her fur is simply a diluted calico, generating a grey-blue, white, and light ginger colors patching her body. Along the flank are mackerel-like striping in black, making her calico colors rather unique. She has dark, shadowy honey-golden visionaries that are intimidating and somehow alluring. The mademoiselle had abnormally long talons that she's unable to sheath. Due to this, they have became rather dull. She attempts to sharpen them occasionally, though the usage of them dull quickly from climbing, running, and such. It can get irksome in battle, but she holds herself well with the advantage of her mass. Lynxrush's physique measures fifteen inches in height and thirty-eight inches in length from her cranium to the tip of her tail.
Likes • Climbing, kits, hunting, conversation, mentoring, helping others, etc.
Dislikes • Violence, liars, fighting (verbally or physically), being turned down, etc.
Strengths • Stamina, nurturing, agility.
Neutral • Fighting, climbing, hunting.
Weaknesses • Swimming, leaping, tracking.
Fears • Losing her family again and not being able to protect someone she cares for.
Overall Personality •
Lynxrush would probably be seen from an outside perspective as the motherly type, which is for the most part, true. The molly is extremely patient, but she definitely earned patience over time, considering she did raise three kits on her own. Patience is a virtue, after all, and it's something she acquired through her wild kits, considering they were always on their paws, ready to get into trouble. Lynxrush is a very supportive mademoiselle, sharing her knowledge and experience with those amidst herself, choosing empathy over judgment. She gives her time and energy to just about anyone, even if it's a mere stranger. She'd be willing to give a loner or rogue advice, but at the same time, she may not be unless she sees something good within them. Considering she's always concerned about the health of others, she finds herself to be quite observant, spending time scrutinizing others' emotional state and attempting to view things from their perspective. She's good at identifying issues with others, immediately trying to be the shoulder to lean on. The molly is loyal, never dividing her loyalty for the clan or her clanmates. She'd never turn her back against anyone, other than an outsider, most likely. She isn't only loyal to her clanmates, but loyal to any ideas she's imagined, dedicating herself to them and others.
Reluctant. Very reluctant, this damsel is. Lynxrush is especially reluctant to change, perhaps, if another attempted to explain she lacks the protection of her own feelings, she would allow those words to go in one ear and out the other. She believes change isn't necessary, wanting those to be who they've become. The she-cat is found to be meticulous, paying attention to the smallest bits of detail to the point where she appears to be a perfectionist, though she certainly isn't one. Carefulness and precise are deemed important to the molly, not wanting to miss any details whether it's something she's admiring or someone speaking. A good warrior she is, but also, not quite. She's not quick to defend her territory, as she rather talk things out than conflict rise about. This being is she's passive, allowing others to go without a fight. She isn't a huge fan of violence, but never will she attack first. Being civil is more for Lynxrush, not violence, unless the enemy has done something really horrible, such as murder of one of her clanmates.
The herculean of a she-cat is rather repressed, well, at least repress her feelings. She may appear private and secretive, but she just internalizes her feelings, not allowing them to breakthrough. She puts her own feelings behind herself, prioritizing others before herself. She lacks protecting her own feelings, as she's always worrying about others. This often leads her into a pit of frustration and stress. Unfortunately, Lynxrush is too altrustic. Of course, it's not terrible to be altruistic, but Lynxrush is overridden unselfishness to a point where it's too unselfish. A sweetheart with an intimidating size and face, always hoping that things are bound to get better eventually, pushing others to strive. Lynxrush is secretive, not in a disloyal way, but with her own emotions and feelings. She's constantly at battle with them since she's busy protecting others and not her own well-being. She's definitely not transparent, as she hides these things with ease. Rarely will someone catch her showing emotion other than joyous and enthusiastic ones.
Father • Heavydust
Mother • Speckledwing
Siblings • Cypressleap & Blazetooth
Other • Bluepaw (dead), Mistypaw (dead), and Larkpetal.
Overall history •
One Leaf-Fall evening, Speckledwing had been in the nursery, birthing her kits. The three coons were born; one blue-grey tom, one ginger tom, and a diluted calico molly. All three kittens were close in size, the blue-grey tom being the largest, but the diluted calico and ginger were the same size. Speckledwing and Heavydust had been huge felines, so it wasn't a surprise their kittens would grow to be large as well. These three kits were named Lynxkit, Cypresskit, and Blazekit. The three kits had gotten along receptively well, but as the only female out of the siblings, Lynxkit was often picked on. Thankfully, she was tough and handled her brothers quite well, almost unbothered.
Cypresskit and Blazekit would often double team Lynxkit in play fights, giving her more to handle. She dealt with it well, occasionally beating both her brothers, but majority of the time, her brothers defeated her.
The day had come, their apprentice ceremony. Lynxkit, Cypresskit, and Blazekit stepped up, listening to their names being called and renamed for their apprenticeship. It appeared Cypresspaw and Lynxpaw were satisfied with their mentors, but Blazepaw had been complaining that he wanted a more experienced warrior, since his was a young warrior, first time mentoring. Meanwhile, Lynxpaw was assigned with a senior warrior whose name was Wrenfeather, a Russian blue she-cat. She was a very graceful feline with delicate features and a long, lean physique. She was not a small cat, but rather long and slick. She didn't have distinct muscle, but her body was athletic and it was clear this feline knew how to move. Lynxpaw was excited, knowing that agility was always a great thing, and it'd be good to learn how to navigate such a large stature like hers.
When her trainings had first begun, Lynxpaw was stumbling over her large paws, unable to keep up with the speed of Wrenfeather's training style. However, this only made her more determined, eventually getting the gist of how her training worked and followed with the speed. She enjoyed a challenge, and that's exactly what Wrenfeather was constantly tossing in the damsel's direction. After training sessions, she'd visit her brothers and the three would converse about their training and how it was going. Blazepaw's mentor seemed to excel in climbing and battle technique while Cypresspaw's mentor was more of a hunter and tracker. All three felines would grow to excel in difference things, but who knows if that could change over the process.
Lynxpaw's training got easier the more she learned and moved with her mentor. Wrenfeather would often speak to her apprentice about what she figured about the future and how Lynxpaw would go about it. Lynxpaw would occasionally imagine different scenarios considering Wrenfeather asked this question at least once or twice every moon or so. She wasn't complaining, finding it a good thing that she was thinking about her future and Wrenfeather always kept it in the front of her crania. Wrenfeather eventually brought it to Lynxpaw's concern, that she had a son who was currently in training and two moons older than Lynxpaw. Wrenfeather had set up a training session with her son, Eaglepaw with his mentor to train with herself and Wrenfeather.
It was almost instant that the two got along, finally having a friend besides her brothers was a good start. Eaglepaw was a slightly larger than average Russian blue, characterized with beautiful azure luminaries. Lynxpaw and Eaglepaw had started to have sessions together more often, opening up to each other and telling each other about everything they could share. The pair become good friends, or more so, best friends. Training wasn't only challenging, it had became more enjoyable and fun, but also more exhausting. Over the moons, these two only continued to grow more fond of each other. It appeared that Lynxpaw was beginning to form a bit of a crush of Wrenfeather's son.
Lynxpaw had been a bit sheepish, starting to become a bit more sheepish and nervous around Eaglepaw which brought Wrenfeather and Lynxpaw to a talk. It was as if she was becoming more distracted often during training sessions when Eaglepaw was along for the journey. When Lynxpaw confessed that she was distracted by Eaglepaw, it seemed Wrenfeather couldn't help but chuckle and encourage Lynxpaw's feelings. Wrenfeather would sometimes tease Lynxpaw on the matter, but it was clear she approved of the situation, even if it meant Lynxpaw was slightly unfocused. At twelve moons, Eaglepaw had told Lynxpaw to sneak off with him into the territory, which is what they had exactly gone and did. Confused, Lynxpaw questioned Eaglepaw on the matter as to why they had snuck out into the territory in the first place.
Eaglepaw wasn't quick to the point, as it was obvious the tom was a bit nervous. Eventually, the words slipped about and he confessed he had felt something more with Lynxpaw. Considering the two were young, they didn't want to be labeled as "mates" just yet. The two agreed that they'd make the title official after their vigil of silence. A few moons later, the two had been called about for their warrior ceremony after hard work. Fortunately, her brothers had their warrior ceremony the same time as Lynxpaw did, so none of the siblings would be left behind.
At sixteen moons, the three siblings plus Eaglepaw were renamed for their warrior ceremony. Lynxpaw was named Lynxrush for her swift agility and stamina, Blazetooth for his extensive skill in battle, Cypressleap for his ability in leaping, climbing, and hunting. Not to forget Eaglepaw who had been named Eaglenose for his ability in tracking and hunting. Lynxrush had gone to her parents, officially introducing Eaglenose to the pair and also her overprotective brothers. Cypressleap and Blazetooth explained that Eaglenose would regret life if he wronged Lynxrush. With that threat in his mind, Eaglenose had always been a bit shaky around the two brothers, despite being two moons older than Cypressleap and Blazetooth. It was definitely their intimidating size that frightened the slim Russian blue.
Lynxrush had a pretty normal, dutiful life when she was made a warrior, doing plenty of patrols. She enjoyed being a warrior, hunting patrols being her favorite, considering she'd prefer not to resort to violence. Some border patrols resort to that, and that's her least favorite thing; violence. That fear will worsen as she ages, she just doesn't know it yet. Lynxrush had been made a mentor at twenty three moons, taking on her apprentice whose name was Heronpaw. Eaglenose was assigned a small Molly whose name was Minnowpaw. Of course, the majority of these training sessions were combined, since Lynxrush wanted to spend time with her mate and this was the easiest way, for now until she was free from mentoring an apprentice.
Mentoring took up a plentiful amount of time, so she was sure to make enough training sessions combined to spend time with Eaglenose but often did some alone to get to know her apprentice better. Heronpaw was a good listener and learner, so it was rather simple to train the feline. Given no trouble, the apprentice was successful and became a warrior quite early. At just eleven moons, Heronpaw was renamed for his warrior ceremony and that was basically the last of Heron for Lynxrush. It appeared her now, former apprentice was only interested in training and not getting to know the feline who put effort and time into training the other. It frustrated her, but there was nothing she could do about it, allowing it to be let go.
About five moons after her first mentorship, Lynxrush had realized her abdomen had began to enlarge and widen. The feline decided to visit the nursery, being informed that she was pregnant with kits. A queen? She was a queen. Lynxrush was joyful, but at the same time, nervous, feeling unprepared to be a mother. She was still quite young, but with Wrenfeather and her own mother, Speckledwing, she should be able to get through mothering with ease. When they're born, mothering should come with instinct, or so, that's what her mother always said. The first feline Lynxrush knew she had to inform was her mate, Eaglenose. Upon the news, Eaglenose was all over his significant other, proud that he's a to-be father to Lynxrush's kits. Next, she found the two mothers, Wrenfeather and Speckledwing the news, both enthused about the news. Last, she found herself telling her brothers and the fathers, who congratulated her on the matter.
Before Eaglenose and Lynxrush knew it, she was birthing her very own kittens, having three. There were two blue-grey kits and a black and white one. She named the blue kits, Bluekit and Mistykit, while the black and white molly was named Larkkit. All three kits were born healthy and quite large, Mistykit being the smallest. The largest was Bluekit, the tom, while Larkkit was the kit in between, more-so average-sized compared to the other two. As her mother once said, mothering came pretty easy to the Maine coon, enjoying the company of her own kittens around. Soon, their eyes were opening and they began to use their words, joy radiating from the young mother, Lynxrush, and father, Eaglenose. The pair were astounded by their children, excited to raise their young together and happily. The playful kits eventually hit six moons, and of course, everyone knows what that means. They were being apprenticed, renamed as Bluepaw, Mistypaw, and Larkpaw. The three apprentices were assigned mentors, all rather experienced warriors.
About four moons into her growing apprentice's training, there was one bad night that struck the clan, and Lynxrush happened to be unlucky. One late night, the apprentices decided to sneak away from camp, into the territory. Lynxrush was sleeping heavily, but woke up upon a nightmare. The nightmare was similar to the situation occuring. Lynxrush became frantic, waking her mate Eaglenose to comfort her. Eaglenose suggested he'd check the apprentice's den, leaving Lynxrush momentarily. When he returned, he was alert, tail bristled as he stated their kits were missing. She warned others, a patrol being sent out to find the lost kits. Lynxrush felt stupid for not waking sooner, not wanting to lose her babies. Where did they go? The mademoiselle rushed around with Eaglenose, the pair finally stumbling upon a lead. There was blood. Was it too late?
Lynxrush and Eaglenose tracked down their kits, halting in place when they came upon a bloodied scene. There was one physique limp and the neck was snapped, claws raked on the abdomen and trachea of the kit. Lynxrush identified the kit as Bluepaw, a harsh yowl escaping her maw. Her baby, he was dead. She looked to the large cat, Demon, watching a now deceased Mistypaw dropping from the mandibles of the murderer. She scowled, lunging forward as she watched Larkpaw scramble to the safety of her father. Lynxrush missed the attack, feeling claws raking her cheek. This tom wasn't someone to mess with, anxiety filling her embodiment as she felt weaker. She lost two of her kits. She felt irresponsible and could only blame herself for the losses.
Eaglenose demanded Lynxrush return to camp with Larkpaw before she was gone too. Without hesitation or argument, Lynxrush agreed and sprinted back to camp for the safety of her last kit. Unfortunately, at Larkpaw's age, she knew the young molly would remember the deaths of her siblings, watching the struggle and hearing them die. Once safe, all Lynx could do was close her eyes and the memory of her deceased kits lying on the terrain continuing to flash in her brain. All she could see were her dead kittens laying there, utterly traumatized. The next news to come would be even worse, the patrol returning with a limp, bloody body from a horrific battle. The feline was already dead, but the mourn would be the worst for Lynxrush. Right before her was her dead mate and father to Larkpaw, Eaglenose. He died seeking revenge for his children.
Lynxrush collapsed to the terra firma, unable to comprehend anything at the moment. She lost her kits and mate, only having Larkpaw left. She wanted to raise these kits with her mate, but now that was taken away from her. Everything was taken but Larkpaw. She swore on her own life and Larkpaw's to protect her with everything she had. She wouldn't stand to lose another she loved. She wouldn't be able to live with the thoughts, as she struggles enough as is. Lynxrush spent moons mourning over her kits and mate, struggling yo do simple duties. She was failing to hunt successfully and she just didn't want to participate in anything, though she knew she had to do so.
As Lynxrush aged, she became more and more worried about her daughter, being insanely protective of the she-cat. Now, Larkpaw was named Larkpetal, a determined and fierce Molly, she was. Lynxrush was relieved and proud to see her daughter grow and become a warrior, though she wished she could see her brother and sister become a warrior alongside Larkpetal. She knew Larkpetal would've made Eaglenose proud as well, wishing to ask StarClan if Eaglenose was proud. Lynxrush attempted not to think of the worst, wanting to move on from past memories. For her, it hasn't been so easy, since she saw one kit murdered before her eyes while her mate and other kit were delivered by sight that they were dead.
To this day, Lynxrush is still tight about the loss of her kits and mate, so questioning her on that wouldn't go over so hot.
Alias • Gemini
Pronouns • She/Her.
What other Characters do you play? • This is my fifth character.
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