Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Lynxbane
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: (
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Age: 53 moons
Prompt:This cat really dislikes the water! Here's why,
It all started when he became a warrior. He was mentored by the greatest warrior at the time, Frostclaw. He was a big cat, and a great deputy. Lynxbane had big paws to fill being Frostclaws' apprentice. Lynxbane was also responsilbe for contruction within the clan, like rebuilding the dens, and keeping drafts out of the nursery. There weren't many apprentices at the time, so that job stuck, and he was solely in charge of it. It wasn't very fun, but he didn't have much of a choice. The leader at the time, Darkstar, wasn't doing so well. In his old age, he was very frail, and 2 of his lives dropped like flies in the past leafbare due to greencough. The clan knew he wasn't doing well, and to be frank it was obvious that Frostclaw was getting worried as well. Frostclaw spent most of his waking hours with the sad excuse for a leader, tending to his sore through and coughs to help the current medicine cat.
Lynxbane knew all this because he was ordered to build a shelter over the entrance to Darkstars' den, to keep the natural elements out. It was the rainy season, so there was bound to be downpour any day now. When the rain did come, it came mercilessly, and it didn't leave for days. The river was beginning to flood. This river passes right behind the camp, just below, in fact. Lynxbane tried his best to redirect the water with the help of one of the newest warriors, made a warrior just a moon before him. Sorrelstripe and Lynxbane created a ditch next to the river, which aided their cause a little bit, but it was already too late. The river water was overflowing, and quick. It was time to evacuate.
In groups of 6, the cats left the camp, fleeing to the moor. However, some cats lagged behind. Darkstar and Frostclaw were struggling to get out. Frostclaw looked awful, and was very clearly starting to become as sick as his dear leader. The raging water tugged at their paws. Darkstar, tired and cold, looked at Frostclaw. He simply said these words. "I must go, I will see you in the stars, old friend." He let go of Frostclaw's tail, knowing the sacrifice he needed to make. Frostclaw in show, started to run to get him, but Lynxbane grabbed his tail. "We have to go, Frostclaw. He willingly chose to save us. Hurry, before we really get stuck."
And so they ran to the moors and met the clan there.
The clan was tired. A queen had just kitted in a tree, and one kit was nearly lost to the flood as well. The poor clan had to live in old badger sets, which stunk. The medicine cat was frantic, a litter of kits to care for and a sick deputy. It was clear that Frostclaw wasn't going to get much further either. So, he called a clan meeting.
"I have a new deputy to appoint today. In fact, a new leader. I think we all know, it's going to be impossible for me to continue. With this greencough, and without my friend." he paused, and coughed. "By the power invested in me, as your leader, I hereby appoint Sorrelstripe, to be your deputy."
The clan cheered her on, but inside they were all grieving their leader, and Frostclaw. He wasn't going to make it to the waterfall cave, where the leaders recieved their nine lives. He and Darkstar were the same age anyways, it would be impossible for him to lead. So as the entire clan suspected, within 5 days, he left the mortal plain to join his dearest friend, Darkstar.
Sorrelstripe, now the leader of a band of sad, soggy cats, made her journey to the waterfall cave as soon as possible, leaving Lynxtail in charge.
He sat a ways away from the clan, nearing the edge of the forest. The water, it didn't reach them anymore. The storm died down after a while. The flood left him all scratched up, giving him battle scars. A battle of the mind. It had a big effect on Lynxbane. An impressionable young cat, now terrified of the water, and the monster hiding in it.
(big clan backstory :0)
