lynxchaser - windclan

[lynxchaser]

i'm afraid you'll forget me again

NAME lynxkit - lynxpaw - lynxchaser

GENDER Male

CLAN Windclan

RANK Warrior

MENTOR N/A

APPRENTICE Available

AGE Thirty-Five Moons

DESCRIPTION A broad long-haired tabby tom with green eyes

APPEARANCE Lynxchaser is descended from a once pure line of Turkish Angora. But of course, nothing remains pure in the clans. Yet despite his mixed heritage, his Turkish blood shines through most evidently. His fur is quite long - unusually so for a Windclanner. There has been speculation about some mixing in his family line - possible with Shadowclan or non-clanners. He also possesses a stockier more muscular body type than the classic lean wiry build of a Windclanner.

His dominant fur color is a dark bracken brown accented by black tabby markings. There is white mostly on his belly, legs and neck, going to cream and then being overtaken by the bracken brown. His legs have almost tabby-like marbling on them (likely the remnant of a tabby forebearer). He has dark green eyes, which contrast highly with his dark coloring. His left ear has a sizable notch in it. He has a variety of other quieter scars - nothing very noticable. They are simply memories of a life long-lived.

His most noticable scar lies behind his left ear. It is a remnant of an injury recieved when he was eleven moons old and the only outward sign of his memory loss. It is jagged and decends from his skull down towards his neck.

PERSONALITY Lynxchaser is a very bitter soul. He tends to be irritable and grumpy. Mostly, he is largely ashamed of what he views as a crippling disability. He avoids using other's names, as he often calls them the wrong thing due to being unable to remember clearly their relationships or associations. He tends to spend a large portion of his time alone, wandering the moors. He gains some comfort in this, though not much. Many of the clan shares the opinion that he has a low intelligence - mostly because his memory makes it appear as such. However, he is actually incredibly observant and analytic. He simply has difficulty communicating this information.

Lynxchaser tends to also give off the impression of being one of those "strong silent types". In reality he just doesn't talk all that much. It's a fifty-fifty whether a conversation with him will be aggressive or simply quiet and withdrawn. He is a uniquely large tom, and gives off a rather intimidating appearance. However, he is actually largely non-violent. He fears that battle will once more come, and he'll be as useless as he was before.

HISTORY Lynxchaser was born Lynxkit, the son of Emberflare and Haresprint. He was of his parents' second litter, and the only tom. Like his father before him, he had long shaggy fur, and tufts on his ears. His parents joked that he came out looking more wild cat than clan cat. Thus they named him Lynxkit in honor of the similarity. He grew up with two sisters, whom were "thicker than thieves". His mother doted on the she-cats, while his father doted on his first and then only, son. Haresprint dreamed of training his son himself, of what a great warrior young Lynxkit would be. He imagined his son as a warrior, as a deputy, even chuckled at the thought of the rambunctious young kitten as a leader. But Haresprint was never serious about these dreams - at least not serious in a dangerous sort of way. But he spent nearly every spare moment with his son, teaching him how to pounce - though Lynxkit was both ungraceful and uncoordinated. Lynxkit doted on his father, following Haresprint everywhere he went - even attempting to escape the camp and follow his father on patrols.

Haresprint was sitting proudly at the base of the Highrock when Lynxkit became Lynxpaw. Though he was not named Lynxpaw's mentor, Haresprint was as active in his son's life as ever. He would sit with his son, discussing and practicing whatever it was he had learned that day. He took his son hunting, praised him. In ways, Haresprint taught his son more than his mentor ever could. Haresprint taught Lynxpaw the value of family, he taught him gentleness and peace. For Haresprint had always been peaceful by nature - and was the first to argue out against attacks or violence between the clans. Lynxpaw grew up with the same values. He trained hard. He never developed the same type of relationship with his mother or sisters, but neither did he lack their love.

Lynxpaw was quick on his way to becoming a warrior. He was eleven moons old now, and simply awaiting the ceremony that would make him a warrior like his father before him. By this time, his mother - Emberflare - had had another litter. Her kittens were still young, barely three moons old. While Haresprint visited the kittens, and doted on them like the litters before, he never formed a bond with any of them quite like the bond he had with Lynxpaw. The two were still inseparable. Lynxpaw dreamed of being named Lynxsprint, after his father. He dreamed of all the patrols they would go on, how they would be "best friends forever" to put it lightly.

Lynxpaw was asleep, curled in the apprentice den one evening, when the camp exploded. There was screetching and yowling. The noise filled his ears. He was on his paws and outside in an instant. The camp was filled with fighting. The stale stench of Shadowclan reached his nostrils and he recoiled. He immediately began searching out Haresprint. His father was at his side in an instant, his eyes serious as he shouted to his son. "It's time you became a warrior!" He shoved his way through the chaos, crouching at Lynxpaw's side. He told the young tom seriously that it was the apprentice's duty to go to the Nursery, to defend his mother and little siblings. Lynxpaw nodded seriously, puffing out his small chest and bracing his shoulders. He didn't realize that no true warrior would attack the Nursery, and that his father was attempting to keep his son safe. Lynxpaw charged for the Nursery.

He set himself up at the entrance, blocking the entirety. His mother was curled around her kittens, the young things mewling with fear. Lynxpaw watched the fray desperately, searching for any sign of Haresprint. One moment the older warrior was engaged in the fighting, the next he would vanish. Lynxpaw was so engaged in watching for Haresprint that he was ignorant of the barrell-chested warrior creeping up on him. The larger tom sprang at him, knocking him easily to the ground. Lynxpaw, with all the fear and adrenaline in his body, fought back. He scratched and bit, but it made little difference to the other tom. The weight of the other warrior was lifted from him suddenly, and Lynxpaw recognized Haresprint's deep throaty growl. His father began to battle the intruder. Lynxpaw lept in, desparate to aid his father. The tom swatted him aside easily, sending small Lynxpaw crashing to the ground. His skull struck stone and everything went black.

When he awoke, he found himself in the Medicine Cat Den surrounded by silence. He scrambled to his paws in fear, unsure of how he had gotten there or what had happened. He nearly began to cry, wondering why Haresprint wasn't there, at his side waiting for him to wake. Eventually he would learn that Haresprint had died that night, defending the Nursery. While his mother and siblings had been unharmed, Haresprint had bled out before anyone could save him. And Lynxpaw couldn't remember a single piece of it. The blow to his head had given him some damage. No one could say how long it would last.

A moon or so later, Lynxpaw was made a warrior. He was Lynxchaser, but Haresprint wasn't there to sit below the highrock. His father didn't call his name. Lynxchaser became withdrawn, distancing himself from the other warriors and his clan mates. Despite the hopes of the Medicine Cat, his memories had never fully recovered. He had difficulty grasping things, learning them. Names escaped him, entire sections of time. When he learned a new move or strike, he would have to repeat it multiple times for days in order to remember it. He grew depressed and bitter, a solitary warrior. As he still is today. He has trained a single apprentice, though the relationship wasn't as amiable as it could have been.

ROLE PLAYER Flyaway!

[lynxchaser]

complete !

[maxx]

accepted.

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Such a well-developed character! Great job. c:
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