Post by Newt on Dec 6, 2022 20:36:37 GMT -6
Lynxheart
RedwoodClan
brown tabby molly bicolor with light green eyes
warrior
female
30 moons
Appearance
Lynxheart is of a noticeable stature and build, and despite her being a molly, she is tall and strong with a stocky body and thick limbs. She carries more weight than most cats, but in a more muscular way than a soft way. She’s as long as she is tall as well, though ‘nimble’ and ‘lanky’ have never been used to describe her and likely never will be. Her years of warriorhood and daily duties have hardened her muscles as well, with strong muscles hiding underneath her thick pelt.
Her coat is bicolor with lighter brown and black coloring. Brown and black cover her pelt in a blotched tabby pattern with patches of white disrupting it. White covers her stomach all the way up her front paws, finally rising up her muzzle and ending in a blaze between her eyes. Medium-long fur covers her body, thick and warm against snow and ice. It’s a bit coarse due to its thickness, but soft and pillowy on her paws and throat where it’s cared for by her lovingly, though the rest of it may be a bit questionable. Her tail fluffs out extravagantly, the only part of her fur that is long and flourishing.
Her face is angular and distinctive, with light green eyes peering out over a short muzzle. Her nose is a soft pink that softens her stoic looks, all complimented by shorter ears that have tufts of fur coming out of them.
Her coat is bicolor with lighter brown and black coloring. Brown and black cover her pelt in a blotched tabby pattern with patches of white disrupting it. White covers her stomach all the way up her front paws, finally rising up her muzzle and ending in a blaze between her eyes. Medium-long fur covers her body, thick and warm against snow and ice. It’s a bit coarse due to its thickness, but soft and pillowy on her paws and throat where it’s cared for by her lovingly, though the rest of it may be a bit questionable. Her tail fluffs out extravagantly, the only part of her fur that is long and flourishing.
Her face is angular and distinctive, with light green eyes peering out over a short muzzle. Her nose is a soft pink that softens her stoic looks, all complimented by shorter ears that have tufts of fur coming out of them.
Personality
+ Loyal & Caring
Loyalty to Lynxheart is like the blood running through her veins; precious, constant, and absolutely necessary. Just as she is loyal though, she is caring, and although the molly is reserved and quiet most times, her watchful eye is always on those she cares for most. In times of danger or disarray, she is always just a pawstep away with soothing words and a protective aura, ready to lend a paw wherever needed. Beyond that though, if someone she loves is in trouble, she has a “help first, ask later” policy. She will fight, claws and fangs first, then ask for the story later. This is usually accompanied by a harsh scolding with her famously barbed tongue, all while sharing tongues and doting. While her caring nature may be buried deep in her chest, hidden under all that thick fur she hauls around, it is certainly still there, strongly beating; the -heart on the end of her name isn’t just for show, although her icy expression may cause you to believe otherwise at first glance.
- Aloof & Stubborn
For all the love and kindness the molly has the capability of sharing though, she hides it away deeply, only bringing it out for those closest to her. Everyone else, instead, gets a rather aloof and chilling cat. Solitary at best and downright frosty at worst, she has a tongue as sharp as her claws and watchful eyes that spare no one. She is direct and unconcerned seemingly most of the time, preferring to avoid the hustle and bustle of clan life in favor of a more quiet, intimate inner circle, with exceptions for warrior duties and the occasional scolding of a haphazard apprentice. Her stubborn personality doesn’t do many favors either though, with the stoic she-cat being stony in more way than one. Even if proved wrong- multiple times even- she will grimace through bared teeth and dig her claws in like a stubborn kit. Some call it loyalty; others call it being headstrong. Regardless of the word you use, she’s stiff on her feelings and opinions, with little room for adjustment. It’s best to hope her opinion agrees with yours, as if it doesn’t, it may be better to simply not bother at all.
History
Lynxheart was born to two strong cats who were everything a perfect warrior should be: courageous, kind, admirable, and most of all, loyal. Rabbitsong and her mate were model warriors for RedwoodClan, and thus were model parents to their only child. When Lynxheart was born, she was large and healthy, thus resulting in her being the only kit her mother had. Regardless of this fact, they still loved and doted on their only child, even though at times it seemed as if they wished for more. Her kithood in general was kind and loving, regardless of the political strife and changes at the time. Memories of vague battles and attacks are present, but distant, since she was still so young. Despite the times though, her parents still guided her. Her father taught her bravery and wit; her mother taught her compassion and wisdom. Both of them instilled in her the Warrior Code and a deep love and respect for StarClan.
As time went on, Lynxkit turned into Lynxpaw. She was given a mentor: a brown tabby molly with long fur and a large stature, just like the apprentice herself. As she had grown older, she had also grown bigger, but with her size came clumsiness and an unsureness of her paws. Her mentor quickly taught her how to adapt and become more confident in herself, the two becoming an unlikely pair. Lynxpaw had always been very kind and brave, but her mentor taught her true kindness and the value of observation. She started to gain an aptitude in battle and fighting, using her large size and sharp claws to her advantage.
During this time though, the climate between clans was thickening darkly. It had been tense and dangerous all throughout her kithood, but it seemed every Clan had a bone to pick. Sickness, too, was ravaging RedwoodClan. Lynxpaw became sick but managed to recover well due to her young age and strength, but her parents did not fare as well. Although they survived and her father made a decent recovery, her mother was weak and frail. She still attempted to do her warrior duties and tend to others as she always had, but the weakness had set in and it seemed as though the sickness had left a permanent mark on the once strong warrior. All of these tumultuous events and tragedies affected Lynxpaw- but instead of frightening her, it merely instilled in her a deep need to protect her Clan and her family. She focused on sharpening her claws and her wit, as well as spending more time with her beloved parents. The once jovial and clumsy apprentice was becoming more stony and chilly; she was more serious and stoic, although compassion and kindness still shined from her like sunlight.
Before she knew it, her apprenticeship had finished. She had been dubbed Lynxheart for the kindness and compassion she possessed and frequently showed, even though in recent moons she had become more walled off and cold. Her mother’s illness weighed on her and although her father was still kind and brave, she felt a certain desperation coming from him that made her uneasy. Still though, she continued on. She did her vigil alone, the Clan still recovering from the sickness and battles, and alone she returned, although this time she held her head high and faced the Clan as a true warrior, just as she had always dreamed.
Moons passed and Lynxheart fell into a new rhythm as a warrior. She did patrols, her duties- even bossed around apprentices sometimes. She was more responsible and quiet, but her caring personality resonated regardless. Clanlife was recovering and had moved on, and with it, her parents had as well. Her mother announced she was expecting- a seemingly joyous occasion, but to the young warrior, it felt like a dangerous proclamation. Her mother was weak and had trouble performing warrior duties- how was she to carry and nurse a whole litter? Still, she kept these thoughts to herself and did her best to support her parents. If StarClan had allowed it to be, then it was going to be okay, surely.
Yet, maybe this time StarClan had gotten something wrong. Her mother gave birth within due time, but the cheerful occasion was turning out to be anything but that. Two kits came, both stillborn, and then another, barely holding on; anguish ripped through the camp. Hope sparkled through when the last kit was confirmed to be alive and fighting, but as it was, her mother slipped away to StarClan instead. It felt like a cruel joke from her ancestors- for lives to be seemingly exchanged so easily. While she did her best to cope and go on though, attempting to manage and mask her grief, her father was wracked with it and left with no words besides a desperate yowl to the stars, leaving his two daughters alone to simply figure it out.
Days passed and the little kit was never named. The queens fostering her didn’t feel as though it was their right to and when asked, her father simply spat a reply about naming the poor kit Deadkit for its crimes, as though it was capable of knowing the tragedy it had accidentally brought upon the Clan and her family. Lynxheart then took it upon herself to take the kit in as her own and raise the little one to the best of her ability. She named her younger sister Rabbitkit, to honor their lost mother and also after the white patches the kit bore; she looked almost identical to their mother, after all, and while it tugged at the warrior’s heart painfully, it also brought her hope.
Moons passed and Lynxheart managed to balance her warrior duties with taking care of her new little sister. Rabbitkit had slowly grown, but was still weak and frail, leaving an immense weight upon the molly’s shoulders. Battles and attacks were ripping through the Clans again, causing chaos and problems, so she became more focused than ever. She withdrew into herself and became quieter and sharper, as well as more keen and aggressive. She rarely rested and was becoming more confident in herself, yet less confident in everyone else. Her father had essentially abandoned the two and scarcely contacted either sister. At times, he would try to approach Lynxheart to talk, for what about she did not know or care, but she would always ward him off with a cold look and snarl. It was either both of them or neither of them. He was dead to her as far as she was concerned.
And dead to her he would remain; his betrayal and abandonment had hardened the molly even more. While she was kind and loving to her sister, grooming the little kit, feeding her, and doting on her as if she was her own child, she was frosty and cold to others. She was far more wary now and sharp tongued, as well as a little bit overprotective. Her trust was hard to come by and even harder to keep; she still loved her Clan and protected it with pride, but now, her main concern revolved around Rabbitkit and her potential future.
So, when Rabbitkit finally approached her own time to be apprenticed, Lynxheart decided to take a leap and asked Finchstar if she could mentor the young molly. She wanted to guide her sister and protect her, yes, but more than anything else she wanted to help her find her confidence and footing. Rabbitkit was becoming an apprentice later in life due to her tragic kithood and a fragility that was still present in the she-cat, even as she grew. Thus, with Finchstar’s blessing, Lynxheart then became her little sister’s mentor.
Now, she continues on. She has most everything she could ever wish for, and although the future is dangerous and scary, it is nothing she can’t conquer. Refugees in camp, she welcomes. The tribe, she prays to StarClan for each night. Rogues? Her claws will crush them. But above all, she goes on- they go on- and she knows they will survive. They always do.
As time went on, Lynxkit turned into Lynxpaw. She was given a mentor: a brown tabby molly with long fur and a large stature, just like the apprentice herself. As she had grown older, she had also grown bigger, but with her size came clumsiness and an unsureness of her paws. Her mentor quickly taught her how to adapt and become more confident in herself, the two becoming an unlikely pair. Lynxpaw had always been very kind and brave, but her mentor taught her true kindness and the value of observation. She started to gain an aptitude in battle and fighting, using her large size and sharp claws to her advantage.
During this time though, the climate between clans was thickening darkly. It had been tense and dangerous all throughout her kithood, but it seemed every Clan had a bone to pick. Sickness, too, was ravaging RedwoodClan. Lynxpaw became sick but managed to recover well due to her young age and strength, but her parents did not fare as well. Although they survived and her father made a decent recovery, her mother was weak and frail. She still attempted to do her warrior duties and tend to others as she always had, but the weakness had set in and it seemed as though the sickness had left a permanent mark on the once strong warrior. All of these tumultuous events and tragedies affected Lynxpaw- but instead of frightening her, it merely instilled in her a deep need to protect her Clan and her family. She focused on sharpening her claws and her wit, as well as spending more time with her beloved parents. The once jovial and clumsy apprentice was becoming more stony and chilly; she was more serious and stoic, although compassion and kindness still shined from her like sunlight.
Before she knew it, her apprenticeship had finished. She had been dubbed Lynxheart for the kindness and compassion she possessed and frequently showed, even though in recent moons she had become more walled off and cold. Her mother’s illness weighed on her and although her father was still kind and brave, she felt a certain desperation coming from him that made her uneasy. Still though, she continued on. She did her vigil alone, the Clan still recovering from the sickness and battles, and alone she returned, although this time she held her head high and faced the Clan as a true warrior, just as she had always dreamed.
Moons passed and Lynxheart fell into a new rhythm as a warrior. She did patrols, her duties- even bossed around apprentices sometimes. She was more responsible and quiet, but her caring personality resonated regardless. Clanlife was recovering and had moved on, and with it, her parents had as well. Her mother announced she was expecting- a seemingly joyous occasion, but to the young warrior, it felt like a dangerous proclamation. Her mother was weak and had trouble performing warrior duties- how was she to carry and nurse a whole litter? Still, she kept these thoughts to herself and did her best to support her parents. If StarClan had allowed it to be, then it was going to be okay, surely.
Yet, maybe this time StarClan had gotten something wrong. Her mother gave birth within due time, but the cheerful occasion was turning out to be anything but that. Two kits came, both stillborn, and then another, barely holding on; anguish ripped through the camp. Hope sparkled through when the last kit was confirmed to be alive and fighting, but as it was, her mother slipped away to StarClan instead. It felt like a cruel joke from her ancestors- for lives to be seemingly exchanged so easily. While she did her best to cope and go on though, attempting to manage and mask her grief, her father was wracked with it and left with no words besides a desperate yowl to the stars, leaving his two daughters alone to simply figure it out.
Days passed and the little kit was never named. The queens fostering her didn’t feel as though it was their right to and when asked, her father simply spat a reply about naming the poor kit Deadkit for its crimes, as though it was capable of knowing the tragedy it had accidentally brought upon the Clan and her family. Lynxheart then took it upon herself to take the kit in as her own and raise the little one to the best of her ability. She named her younger sister Rabbitkit, to honor their lost mother and also after the white patches the kit bore; she looked almost identical to their mother, after all, and while it tugged at the warrior’s heart painfully, it also brought her hope.
Moons passed and Lynxheart managed to balance her warrior duties with taking care of her new little sister. Rabbitkit had slowly grown, but was still weak and frail, leaving an immense weight upon the molly’s shoulders. Battles and attacks were ripping through the Clans again, causing chaos and problems, so she became more focused than ever. She withdrew into herself and became quieter and sharper, as well as more keen and aggressive. She rarely rested and was becoming more confident in herself, yet less confident in everyone else. Her father had essentially abandoned the two and scarcely contacted either sister. At times, he would try to approach Lynxheart to talk, for what about she did not know or care, but she would always ward him off with a cold look and snarl. It was either both of them or neither of them. He was dead to her as far as she was concerned.
And dead to her he would remain; his betrayal and abandonment had hardened the molly even more. While she was kind and loving to her sister, grooming the little kit, feeding her, and doting on her as if she was her own child, she was frosty and cold to others. She was far more wary now and sharp tongued, as well as a little bit overprotective. Her trust was hard to come by and even harder to keep; she still loved her Clan and protected it with pride, but now, her main concern revolved around Rabbitkit and her potential future.
So, when Rabbitkit finally approached her own time to be apprenticed, Lynxheart decided to take a leap and asked Finchstar if she could mentor the young molly. She wanted to guide her sister and protect her, yes, but more than anything else she wanted to help her find her confidence and footing. Rabbitkit was becoming an apprentice later in life due to her tragic kithood and a fragility that was still present in the she-cat, even as she grew. Thus, with Finchstar’s blessing, Lynxheart then became her little sister’s mentor.
Now, she continues on. She has most everything she could ever wish for, and although the future is dangerous and scary, it is nothing she can’t conquer. Refugees in camp, she welcomes. The tribe, she prays to StarClan for each night. Rogues? Her claws will crush them. But above all, she goes on- they go on- and she knows they will survive. They always do.
