Lynxtail//ScarClan

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Name:
Lynxtail

Age:
32 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Clan:
ScarClan

Rank:
Warrior

Appearance:
It wasn't thought possible that any other cat of Jaguarstripe's litter could possibly be almost as small. It wasn't evident at birth though that Lynxtail had the genes of a tiny, lightweight cat. Sure enough though he only towered less than an inch over Jaguarstripe as they began the process of growing. He had always been thought of the weakest of the litter though, ever since they were old enough to fight through the miny hierarchy of the nursery. His speed though was unmatched by any in the Clan, if you thought Jaguarstripe was fast, you better watch out for this little guy. Not that his speed could ever make up for his small size, he would never be able to live it down.

Don't get me wrong, Lynxtail is extremely handsome, if you aren't in ScarClan! His looks are ridiculed more than Hookclaw's and all he can do is throw a few hurtful words instead of some master claws. First off he is a tom so the soft ginger pelt that runs silkily over his small body is all curse. Not only that but it's so short it is rather surprising he's made it through Thirty-two winters! You would have though it impossible, Lynxtail's creamy ginger lightens even farther into a beautifully matching white. He has light tabby markings crossing his legs, but his tabby blood can be seen more on the thick stripes across his head. Not only that but his nose and pads are a bright pink, that only fitting of a she-cat. His claws are small and slightly hooked when unsheathed, giving the less room to scratch anything well.

Lynxtail's eyes though are a thing of absoloute wonder. No one can help but look directly into his eyes, the stunning power of them unimaginable. They are a bright and deep emerald, like all the green in the world was reflected in his eyes. They stick out on his otherwise soft and warm colored pelt, the only thing of him that would ever be accepted as full ScarClan. They could burn holes in you or they could warm your soul, all without showing any emotion, a talent he found that he'd have to use if he wanted to survive in this Clan.

Lynxtail was the first apprentice to be marked by a new Overseer. Jawcrunch was a serious warrior and highly respected as a cat who couldn't feel any pain, ever since he was a kit and had almost been crushed alive. he had made a full recovery and more, soon becoming a legend in the forest. Yet he had been stuck with giving his first scar to the likes of the worst apprentice, which deeply angered him. So Lynxtail was given not a normal scar but the shredding of his left ear, then an arrowlike marking pointing to his nose. Why the losing of most of his ear to get his scar, no one may ever know. Either way Lynxtail tries to keep his right side in the direction needed for hearing, slight damage to the hearing of his left ear has left him more prone to attacks from his own clanmates.

Personality:
From birth, Lynxtail has been everything but perfect, much to ethe dislike of his sister, the deputy. While she lives on success and absoloute perfection, Lynxtail has always seemed to do the wrong thing in his clanmates eyes. Be it from not catching his first mouse to getting pinned by a younger apprentice, Lynxtail seemed to have been born to be the one blemish in the Eaglestar's plan. Even Pantherclaw had seen more success than he had, Lynxtail was just the awkward cat. He had since kithood always had a hard time with the no emotion ScarClan tradition, until he found that he could give his emotions without showing them. Through his eyes, they could remain completely blank yet still radiate what he was feeling. Lynxtail also has the bad habit of speaking his mind at any time, most likely because he lacked a filtering system on what was alright to say.

In battle, Lynxtail takes all his frustration and anger towards himself and his clanmates and rips any opponent to shreds. Not that he'd ever get a job well done from anyone anyway, no one in ScarClan can see passed his faults, because in ScarClan there could be no faults. Lynxtail just wasn't the ScarClan image, he has never even gone to a Gathering in his life because the Clan feared he'd blab every secret of ScarClan and start some kind of war. That and they didnt want such a soft and squishy cat coming to any Gathering, as far as the other Clan's know he either doesn't exist or is the less cared for brother of Jaguarstripe, Tigerfrost, and to a lesser extent Pantherclaw.

As for being a mentor even his one apprentice thought him not a true ScarClan cat, but Lynxtail's fierce defensiveness of his place in the Clan could finally be taken out. So Lynxtail was soon seen as an unjust, unkind, and completely unhappy mentor. Not in the usual good way that ScarClanners thought it either. One way or another the apprentice magically was able to get through the Right of Passage and move on from his pitiful mentor. Lynxtail saw it even more after an event that ScarClan was just not him. He was the failure of the Clan, the one messup, the apprentice who's had one too many chances to get a proper scar.

Past:
To start off his litter's history, I’ll explain the most important part: parents. Before these felines were born there were two overly loyal ScarClan cats. One, by the name of Hawkpelt, who was a she-cat, and the second’s name was Rockheart, a tom. Now, I should get one thing straight; these cats were not in love by any means. In fact, their relationship was strictly business. ScarClan was going through a rich time. The prey was plentiful, even in Leafbare, and it was said that by summer the nursery would be bigger, and there would be even more prey. So what did Eaglestar do? She picked six cats, three she-cats, and three toms, Hawkpelt and Rockheart among them, to have kits. She chose them specially. One muscular tom would be matched with a lithe and agile she-cat, creating ‘perfect’ kits. It would strengthen the clan greatly in such a good time. So they expanded the nursery, and the three she-cats got pregnant.

Eventually, Greenleaf came, and it was Hawkpelt’s time to give birth. She was the first of the three, and Eaglestar made her excitement obvious, though it was shameful for a ScarClan cat. Four healthy kits were born, to the thrill of the clan. Hawkpelt named them as follows: Jaguarkit, Lynxkit, Pantherkit, and Tigerkit. Tigerkit was the largest, with a gray speckled pelt and obvious muscular body type. He was followed by Pantherkit, who was blessed with a rich black coat. Then Lynxkit, whose pelt was a light ginger, and had bright green eyes. Last, there was Jaguarkit. She was the runt of the litter, and the only she-cat to make matters worse. She was the failed kit, in her parents’ eyes. They could only thank StarClan that they were blessed with three, strong, perfect kits. Maybe the runt would be a good medicine cat or something. It would turn out that Lynxkit, not Jaguarkit would be the blemish in the litter.

By early kithood, Lynxkit quickly earned the place as the butt of the nursery hierarchy, he was in no means fierce or strong enough to do anything about it either. He could only watch as the power of the nursery swung back and forth between Tigerkit and Jaguarkit, both loving the challenge and spirit of the rivalry. It was how ScarClan kits grew, but as of then it was evident that Lynxtail would get soft if not dealt with. Hawkpelt was not in the least bit thrilled by her third born, forcing him into fights with the larger kits Lynxkit was scarred before the age of four moons. Well, needless to say, Eaglestar’s plan went very well; all except for Lynxkit of course. Nine kits were born by Newleaf, and all of them were made apprentices without a single one getting sick or dying.

Finally the day came when Lynxkit could out of the dreadful nursery, though he wasn't so sure that training would be much better. Well he had been right, given the mentor Breezewhisker. Who had the lovely habit of hitting Lynxkit over the head whenever he decided to speak up. Breezewhisker was also infamous for beating his apprentices, some nearly to death. His siblings were given the mentors Rainwing, Sharpfang, and Oakfoot. All four of the kits received decently experienced mentors. Little did they know, training would be a lot harder than they anticipated; well at least Lynxpaw knew it would be a tough ordeal.

Lynxpaw had been sleeping soundly, curled into a tight ball that made him look more like an unnatural hole than a sleeping cat. Suddenly a large battering of heavy paws fell upon him, hissing awake Lynxpaw groaned at the sharp pains. "What was that for!?!?" He hissed leaping up before seeing that it was Breezewhisker. Dropping his tail he looked to the side, trying not to show his embarassment to much. Brezezewhisker saw it though and Lynxpaw bit his tongue as a another large paw ht his head. Why did this guy have to be given such large paws?!
"Get a move on squish! If you want to make it to warriorship I'd take heed to everything I say. Now follow." Scrambling to his feet Lynxpaw rushed to follow him, dropping back a little bit so he could watch Breezewhisker's large paws.
Lashing his tail angrily at being woken up much earlier than dawn, Lynxpaw awaited some order or another. It was only his first day and Breezewhisker was going to beat him to death! In mid-thought Lynxpaw found himself tackled by a larger being.
Wriggling uselessly, Lynxpaw gave up as soon as he saw that this wouldn't go anywhere. "Don't be so cross, boy. I can be your worst nightmare and the shadow that swoops to attack you or we can come to an agreement."
"And what would this agreement be?"
"Don't patronize me! Its simple really, if you don't make me look bad I won't clobber you. Got it?"
"Yeah whatever," With that disrespectful comment Lynxpaw was hit over the head once more.
"Well you better get to work on it!"
Lynxpaw couldn't help but think that he couldn't know that his head was throbbing and he already felt the hurt of the many moons that were to come.
Breezewhisper led him to the entrance of camp, stopping to sit down next to Jaguarpaw's mentor, Rainwing. Soon following were Sharpfang and Oakfoot, followed by Pantherpaw and Tigerpaw.
Letting out a yawn, Breezewhiker's paw came down on his head again. "I'm going to have brain damage by the end of my apprenticeship." With that he was hit again, falling silent, he looked to his paws and awaited what they had gathered them here for.
Rainwing stood, nodding to the other warriors. “We won’t be going to the Elemental Plateau today.” He said, “That is a privilege that will have to be earned if you four would like to become warriors. Instead, we thought we’d explore the territory today.”
Lynxpaw would've let out a large sigh of relief at the task they had chosen, but by now he had come to fear Breezewhisker's paws. He hoped they wouldn't go to the Plateau anytime soon, he already felt as though Breezewhisker had gien him the bruises of a day's battle training. He would soon find himself eating that thought though. Lynxpaw couldn't hold in the words itching to come out.
Lynxpaw spoke up, “But we can’t see anything. Its still dark!” Getting hit again, made Lynxpaw blink, this would be much harder than he thought to do. Glaring at his sister's supressed purr, he fell silent once more. Lynxpaw never learned to hold his tongue and it was very doubtful that he ever would.
Rainwing spoke again, “If your name ends in ‘paw’, go stand over there, by the camp entrance. Touch your nose to it.”
Confused, Jaguarpaw, Lynxpaw, Tigerpaw, and Pantherpaw did as they were told. There was a scrambling of paws, and when the apprentices turned around, their mentor’s were gone.
“I guess this is their way of ‘exploring the territory’” Grumbled Tigerpaw.

Lynxpaw would have to buckle down quite a bit to survive Breezewhisker's constant beatings. Despite his abusive mentor Lynxpaw remained slightly capable, though never seen as a good apprentice. At the age of nine moons, Jaguarpaw was thrown from the Plateau, much to the jealousy of Lynxpaw. Tigerpaw was thrown off with her, though he came out of it perfectly fine, she had a sprained paw, forcing her out of training for a week. He and Pantherpaw never did get thrown off.

Finally came the day of their warrior ceremony. They were 14 moons, and were more ready than ever. Except Lynxpaw according to his mentor, who had been getting more and more nervous as the date fast approached. With their mother and mentor watching, the four waited their turn for the Scarring. Jaguarpaw was first, receiving it without a sound or movement. She was named Jaguarstripe, soon Tigerpaw and Pantherpaw went too. Stepping away Tigerfrost and Pantherclaw. Then it was his turn, Breezewhisker attempted to hit him over the head one last time. Lynxpaw maneuvered out of it though, for once getting a single nod of approval from Breezewhisker. Stepping up to a new Overseer, Jawcrunch, Lynxpaw stood as still as possible. The Overseer, leaped on top of him, tearing off most of his left ear. Much to Lynxpaw's surprise, but he didn't struggle, he just let it go. Then the Overseer made the mark of an arrowlike thing pointing down to his nose. He was then named Lynxtail, finally a warrior of ScarClan.

Lynxtail tried as hard as he could to recieve the approval of his clanmates, instead he constantly got picked on and insulted, stirring up a great burning hatred in his belly. Less than five moons after they had been made warriors, Jaguarstripe and Tigerfrost were given the great honor of being known as senior warriors. At the same time they recied their first apprentices; Gorsepaw and Waterpaw, Pantherclaw soon was known as a Senior warrior only a few more moons after that, recieving an apprentice as well. Slowly Lynxtail felt the hatred bubble and boil in his heart and mind, growing apart from everyone. He just couldn't handle the many taunts and constant attackings he got from his own Clan. ScarClan may have been in his blood by they refused to see it in his attitude. Lynxtail waited seven more moons after Pantherclaw before finally getting an apprentice, though ScarClan forever refused to consider him a senior warrior.

Jaguarstripe was named the Clan Overseer, at the age of twenty-five, holding it twice. Then Tigerfrost recieved it after her, and holds it at this very moment in time. He has yet to Scar his first apprentice, but everyone in the Clan know that he can't wait. Jaguarstripe was named the Deputy as well, just to get under his fur. Lynxtail was nothing but the unwanted tick on his successful sibling's pelts. Soon though they and he would be free of the burden.

Other:
Tigerfrost-Taken by me~
Jaguarstripe- Taken by Crag
Pantherclaw-Taken by Crag