LYNXPAW | Application | TFL

Another group??
oops.

TheFrozenLands

Hoping to join with my pretty boy jerkface, Lynxpaw u//v//u

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    Name: Lynxpaw
        Previously Lynxkit
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 7 Moons
    Rank: Apprentice

    Breed: Maine Coon x American Bobtail
    Clan: StoneClan
    Mentor: Sleetstar

    Personality:

        Lynxpaw is most definitely the definition of cocky. He is proud, skilled, and ha s no problem showing it off to the world. He thinks he's the best at anything and everything, and will do his best to prove you wrong if you think otherwise. Arrogant and overconfident, he will dash headfirst into situations without thinking of the consequences, and doesn't question himself when it comes to it. Disagree with him? You're wrong, he's right. And he's not afraid to fight you to prove it. A bit of a charmer, he is a constant show-off to his Clanmates, and his big ego is known to get him into trouble more often than not. He is known to flirt with she-cats, but doesn't take his flirting seriously - just another way to show off. He doesn't take much but training (and himself) seriously, and is always ready to jump into battle. Despite all of his bad qualities, he is incredibly loyal and dedicated, and the few cats who can deal with him have a friend for life.


    History:

    Lynxkit was born to a doting mother, Littlerose, and a strong, aloof father, Swiftleap, who was known to be one of the most skilled warriors in the Clan. Despite his father's constant absence, Lynxkit grew to idolize the large tom, and craved at least the slightest acknowledgement of his existence, which was the beginning of what would grow into a fierce desire to be the best. Littlerose groomed this desire and encouraged him - being her only son, her only kit born in the harshness of the land, her attention was given all to him, boosting his ego even more than it would have been otherwise.
    Lynxkit constantly bragged about his father to the other kits in the nursery, and gradually grew to bragging about himself - how HE was going to be the greatest warrior that ever lived.
    However, his father, Swiftleap, rarely visited his mate and son-whom he graced only with the nickname 'Kit', and the only attention he gave was sparing - never did he show any true sign of affection. To him, his son was to be the best. Anything less wasn't good enough for him. And so the best Lynxkit was determined to be. Though his son showed signs of being a promising asset to the Clan someday, he refused to give him any attention other than gruff statements. "You can be better." "Work on your balance."
    Never did he let up his strict judgement - that is, until one day he gruffly admitted. "You're not bad, Kit."
And since then, Lynxpaw has believed it - that he is the best, and always will be. Both of his parents have since passed due to the bitter, neverending winter, but this cocky show-off of a tom has since flourished.

    Family:
       Swiftleap - NPC - deceased
       Littlerose - NPC -deceased
            no known siblings - though Swiftleap may have fathered other kits, the butt.

    Relationships: TBA

    Role Play Example:

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    Sunstorm managed to stutter, staring at his friend incredulously, unable to believe his ears as. Had he heard her right? Was she not upset? She...wasn't mad? He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it definitely wasn't this. He had braced himself, prepared to be drowned in guilt or accusations of betrayal, anger, scathing remarks...but he should have known better. Nothing could have prepared him for her reaction-calm, trusting acceptance, even amusement.
He swallowed, half expecting this to be some sort of joke or dream, so fragile that it would shatter if he dared breathe. Taking a deep breath, he looked up once more, gazing deep into her dark brown eyes, overwhelmed by the warmth, light and laughter that shone in them. This was real. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that he never should have worried. She was his best friend, and he could trust her with anything.
    A grateful purr rose in Sunstorm's throat, and he gave her a feeble grin, and, after a moment he took a pawstep forward and pressed his muzzle into her cheek fur affectionately, then drew back, grinning.
    Where could he start? It was as if the floodgates in his mind had burst open, and he realized after a moment his fur had grown hot and a light feeling was floating in his chest, and he swallowed and gave her a sheepish grin.
    "Y...yeah."
    He opened his mouth to speak once more, trying to find some way to put everything about Sablefur into words -how much he cared about her, that light flutter he felt rise in his chest whenever he thought about her, how much fun they had together, how absolutely beautiful she was, her purr, her eyes...
"Yeah," he mewed, finally, giving Beetleflight a grin. "She's really special."