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[attr="class","flowerbg"]LYNXRUSH
^{The Lover}

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Basic Information

LOYALTY ISN'T GREY. IT'S BLACK AND WHITE.
EITHER YOU'RE LOYAL COMPLETELY, OR NOT AT ALL.

NAME	Lynxrush.	PAST NAME(S)	Lynxkit, Lynxpaw.
AGE	Fifty-eight moons.	GENDER	Female.
PRONOUNS	She/Her/Hers.	SEXUALITY	Bisexual.
CLAN	GaleClan.	RANK	Warrior.
BREED	Maine Coon.	ADOPTED FROM	N/A.

Appearance

NEXT TIME YOU THINK OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS,
DON'T FORGET TO COUNT YOURSELF IN.

Lynxrush's behemoth size is taken after her father, Heavydust. The family is all Maine Coon genetics, technically all having momentous genes. Her distinct triangular-shaped face resembles the Maine coon's slim countenance with its defined, wide maw, alongside the tufted tips of her ears. The pattern on her fur is simply a diluted calico, generating grey-blue, white, and light ginger colors patching her body. Along the flank is pallid mackerel-like striping in grey, 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 was unable to sheath. Due to this, they have become 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 skull to the tip of her tail.

Quick description: a voluminous diluted calico Maine Coon she-cat with honey-golden eyes.

Personality

EMPATHY IS THE MEDICINE
THE WORLD NEEDS

Lynxrush would probably be seen from an outside perspective as the motherly type, which is, for the most part, true. Molly is extremely patient, but she earned patience over time, considering she raised three kits on her own. Patience is a virtue, after all; she acquired it through her wild kits, thinking 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 provide 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 quite observant, spending time scrutinizing others' emotional states 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 to the clan or her clanmates. Most likely, she'd never turn her back against anyone other than an outsider. 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 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 precision are deemed important to 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 talks things out than conflict rise. 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 horrible, such as the 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 internalizes her feelings, not allowing them to break through. She puts her feelings behind herself, prioritizing others before herself. She lacks protection from her feelings, as she always worries about others. This concern 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, not her well-being. She's not transparent, as she hides these things with ease. Rarely will someone catch her showing emotion other than a joyous and enthusiastic demeanor, hiding away all those pessimistic emotions she harbored.

Positive	Neutral	Negative
▸ PATIENT.	▸ RELUCTANT.	▸ REPRESSED.
▸ SUPPORTIVE.	▸ METICULOUS.	▸ ALTRUSTIC.
▸ OBSERVANT.	▸ PASSIVE.	▸ SECRETIVE.
▸ LOYAL.

Statistics

WHERE THERE IS NO STRUGGLE,
THERE IS NO STRENGTH.

HEALTH	13.	STRENGTH	18.
AGILITY	15.	INTELLIGENCE	15.
LUCK	13.	TOTAL	74.

Backstory

AS LONG AS THERE IS LOVE AND MEMORY,
THERE IS NO TRUE LOSS.

◉ BIRTH

Speckledwing had been in the nursery one Leaf-Fall evening, 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 light calico and ginger were the same size. Speckledwing and Heavydust had been massive felines, so it wasn't a surprise that their kittens would also grow to be significant. These three kits were named Lynxkit, Cypresskit, and Blazekit. Their parents expected their kits to develop into powerful fighters, with a behemoth size, towering over most of their clanmates. They believed the three children would become great additions to LighteningClan.

◉ KITHOOD

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 often double-teamed Lynxkit in play fights, giving her more to manage. She dealt with it well, occasionally defeating her brothers, but most of the time, her brothers conquered her. Her father sometimes pulled her aside, giving her advice to force a challenge upon her brothers, giving them more to handle and depict their next move. She enjoyed receiving advice from her father, joyous when he'd praise her for pinning her siblings. It was amusing to witness the disappointment in their faces when she defeated them, scornful of her strength and skills.

◉ APPRENTICESHIP

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. Still, Blazepaw had been complaining that he wanted a more experienced warrior since he 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 graceful feline with delicate features and a long, lean physique. She was not a tiny cat but rather lengthy and cunning. She didn't have different muscles, 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 training 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 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 techniques, while Cypresspaw's mentor was more of a hunter and tracker. All three felines would grow to excel in different 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. She wasn't complaining, finding it reasonable to think about her future, and Wrenfeather always kept it in front of her crania. Wrenfeather eventually addressed Lynxpaw's concern that she had a son 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 herself and Wrenfeather. It was almost instant that the two got along; finally, having a friend beside her brothers was a good start. Eaglepaw was a slightly larger than average Russian blue, characterized by 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. The training wasn't only challenging, but it had become more enjoyable and 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 on Wrenfeather's son.

Lynxpaw had been a bit sheepish, starting to become more sheepish and nervous around Eaglepaw, which brought Wrenfeather and Lynxpaw to a talk. She was becoming more distracted 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 precisely gone and done. Confused, Lynxpaw questioned Eaglepaw on the matter as to why they had snuck out into the environment in the first place. Eaglepaw wasn't quick to the point, as the tom obviously was a bit nervous. Eventually, the words slipped, and he confessed he had felt something more with Lynxpaw. Considering the two were young, they didn't want to be labeled "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 at the same time as Lynxpaw, so none of the siblings would be left behind.

◉ WARRIORHOOD

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, and Cypressleap for his ability in leaping, climbing, and hunting. Not to forget Eaglepaw, who had been named Eaglenose for his knowledge in tracking and hunting. Lynxrush had gone to her parents, officially introducing Eaglenose to the pair and her overprotective brothers. Cypressleap and Blazetooth explained that Eaglenose would regret life if he wronged Lynxrush. With that threat in mind, Eaglenose had always been shaky around the two brothers, despite being two moons older than Cypressleap and Blazetooth. It was their intimidating size that frightened the slim Russian blue. Lynxrush had a pretty ordinary, 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 most minor 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 named Heronpaw. Eaglenose was assigned a small Molly whose name was Minnowpaw. Of course, most of these training sessions were combined since Lynxrush wanted to spend time with her mate, and this was the easiest way until she was free from mentoring an apprentice.

Mentoring took up a lot 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 relatively 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, which was basically Heron's last 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 she could do nothing about it, allowing it to be let go. About five moons after her first mentorship, Lynxrush had realized her abdomen had begun 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 relatively young, but with Wrenfeather and her mother, Speckledwing, she should be able to get through mothering quickly. 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 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; both raved 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 average-sized than the other two. As her mother once said, mothering came pretty easy to the Maine coon, enjoying the company of her kittens. Soon, their eyes opened, 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 happily. The playful kits eventually hit six moons; of course, everyone knows what that means. They were being apprenticed, renamed as Bluepaw, Mistypaw, and Larkpaw. The three apprentices were assigned mentors, all somewhat experienced warriors. About four moons into her growing apprentice's training, one stormy night struck the clan, and Lynxrush was 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 occurring. 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; his tail bristled as he stated their kits were missing. She warned others, and a patrol was 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, 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 continued to flash in her brain. All she could see were her dead kittens lying there, utterly traumatized. The following news would be even worse, the patrol returning with a limp, bloody body from a horrific battle. The feline was dead, but the mourning would be the worst for Lynxrush right before she 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 Demon took that away. Everything felt 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. Lynxrush spent moons mourning over her kits and mate, struggling to do simple duties. She failed to hunt successfully and didn't want to participate in anything, though she knew she had to do so. As Lynxrush aged, she became increasingly worried about her daughter, 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 also made Eaglenose proud, desiring to ask StarClan if Eaglenose was proud. Lynxrush attempted not to think of the worst, wanting to move on from memories. For her, it hasn't been so easy since she saw one kit murdered before her eyes while the sight delivered her mate and other kit that they were dead. To this day, Lynxrush is still tight about losing her kits and mate, so questioning her on that wouldn't go over so hot.

◉ PRESENT DAY

Will add when she's in active threads!

FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS

WHEN WE HAVE EACH OTHER,
WE HAVE EVERYTHING.

FATHER	Heavydust.	MOTHER	Speckledwing.
BROTHER(S)	Cypressleap. Blazetooth.	SISTER(S)	None.
OTHER(S)	None.	MATE	None.
INTEREST	None.	MENTOR	None.
APPRENTICE	None.	FORMER APPRENTICE(S)	Heronreed.

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Spoiler}🖤 Hates.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.

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🖤💛🧡

To be written!

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