THIS IS A ROUGH BACKSTORY
the plot is further down, pls scrolly scrolly
-an ever-present smile that masks his broken self.
lynxthroat has never known his father, and most-likely never will. he was brought up having two mothers, both significantly excited to have a kit to call their own, even if his dad was unspoken of. as a kit, he didn't really understand how the birds and the bees worked, and therefore the question of 'how was i born?' never came around until apprenticehood.
when you're the only cat with two mothers, a father that may not even be alive, and a youthful innocence, it becomes hard to stand the taunting, hatred and teasing that proceeds in the apprentice den. lynxpaw was constantly made fun of for having 'gay' parents, he was told that he was the spawn of satan, that his father was probably some old, flea-bitten and mange-ridden loner with a slim life expectancy. he didn't want to believe anything, after all, they were all just apprentices looking for something to pick fun at. that thing that they decided to pick on just so happened to be lynxpaw. the only time he could clear his mind from the insulting words they all spoke, was when he was hunting; but even then, he needed his mentor's permission to leave the camp. and so, when his mentor managed to grasp a hold of the situation at hand, they took it upon themselves to try to the harassment. but, alas, their attempts were futile and only worsened the abuse.
"your mentor needed to step in because you were too weak? hah, pitiful!"
"what a loser!"
"i bet he'll be gay, just like his parents."
and that was it, he'd completely snapped, malfunctioned, lynxpaw had had enough.
"i won't be gay! i'm not gay! i hate having two mothers. i wish my parents were normal. none of you would understand. i hate same-sex relationships!"
and with that the young tom-cat turned his back upon the others, before stalking out through the apprentice's den. but before he could go any further, he was stopped in his tracks by some snickering. his cranium flicked around to investigate the noises, only to see the saddened faces of his mothers; the other teasing felines smirking in the background.
"lynxie? was what you said true?" frostedpetal, the she-cat that gave birth to him, mewed, taking a step forwards towards the male. the discouraged expression upon her face made him want death, made him wish for it all to be over. he was stuck between his choices, but being the corrupted soul he was, he spoke up.
"yes, every single word of it."
cue the gaping faces of both his mothers and the apprentices that surrounded them. he felt awful, he truly did, but he needed to gain the respect of the other cats, even if that meant that he had to turn on his parents.
from then on lynxpaw had ignored frostedpetal and lopinghare, he laughed along with the other cats' jokes, and acted like everything was normal. he was against gays, and couldn't be happier. they had corrupted him and made him think it was okay to love a cat of the same gender.
come his warrior ceremony, lynxpaw was overwhelmed. he would have to spend his nights in the warrior den, which meant more time with both of his moms. the tom despised the very thought of being in the same sleeping space as them, or at least, he wanted to despise it. there was still something inside of him that told him that his beliefs were wrong, but that something was buried under many other things. it was basically useless.
a few moons passed, and everything went on just like it always had. Lynxthroat still ignored any attempts that his parents had of consoling or even talking with him, resulting in him tossing a hate-filled glare their way, or a flick of his non-existent tail. he didn't care about them anymore, and they were gay anyways, they didn't deserve to be cared about.
PLOT IDEA
decides that instead of sleeping in the warriors den he'll sleep on the clan borders, to avoid both frostedpetal and lopinghare. he ventures too far out and accidentally crosses the border into [clan name] territory, where he meets another tom. the other feline is highly-spirited and somehow manages to convince lynx to visit again. he doesn't want to meet, and decides to wait a few more days before sneaking out again and deciding to venture out towards the tunnels. there, he finds a nice little space for him to sleep in, and he nestles down there. he is quickly awoken by a hushed whisper, and opens his eyes to find the same tom from before.
"i knew it was you. your're even cuter when you sleep."
lynxthroat raises a brow at this before gawking in surprise. did this cat just hit on him? they're a tom , that's disgusting. lynx snorts in disapproval, slowly walking past the other male. "why didn't you meet me before? i was so lonely."
"you're disgusting."
"excuse me, what?"
"you're gay. that's gross."
"pardon me, but you've got some nerve saying that. look at yourself, you look as straight as a crescent moon."
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"you look heccin gay, boi."
the plot is further down, pls scrolly scrolly
-an ever-present smile that masks his broken self.
lynxthroat has never known his father, and most-likely never will. he was brought up having two mothers, both significantly excited to have a kit to call their own, even if his dad was unspoken of. as a kit, he didn't really understand how the birds and the bees worked, and therefore the question of 'how was i born?' never came around until apprenticehood.
when you're the only cat with two mothers, a father that may not even be alive, and a youthful innocence, it becomes hard to stand the taunting, hatred and teasing that proceeds in the apprentice den. lynxpaw was constantly made fun of for having 'gay' parents, he was told that he was the spawn of satan, that his father was probably some old, flea-bitten and mange-ridden loner with a slim life expectancy. he didn't want to believe anything, after all, they were all just apprentices looking for something to pick fun at. that thing that they decided to pick on just so happened to be lynxpaw. the only time he could clear his mind from the insulting words they all spoke, was when he was hunting; but even then, he needed his mentor's permission to leave the camp. and so, when his mentor managed to grasp a hold of the situation at hand, they took it upon themselves to try to the harassment. but, alas, their attempts were futile and only worsened the abuse.
"your mentor needed to step in because you were too weak? hah, pitiful!"
"what a loser!"
"i bet he'll be gay, just like his parents."
and that was it, he'd completely snapped, malfunctioned, lynxpaw had had enough.
"i won't be gay! i'm not gay! i hate having two mothers. i wish my parents were normal. none of you would understand. i hate same-sex relationships!"
and with that the young tom-cat turned his back upon the others, before stalking out through the apprentice's den. but before he could go any further, he was stopped in his tracks by some snickering. his cranium flicked around to investigate the noises, only to see the saddened faces of his mothers; the other teasing felines smirking in the background.
"lynxie? was what you said true?" frostedpetal, the she-cat that gave birth to him, mewed, taking a step forwards towards the male. the discouraged expression upon her face made him want death, made him wish for it all to be over. he was stuck between his choices, but being the corrupted soul he was, he spoke up.
"yes, every single word of it."
cue the gaping faces of both his mothers and the apprentices that surrounded them. he felt awful, he truly did, but he needed to gain the respect of the other cats, even if that meant that he had to turn on his parents.
from then on lynxpaw had ignored frostedpetal and lopinghare, he laughed along with the other cats' jokes, and acted like everything was normal. he was against gays, and couldn't be happier. they had corrupted him and made him think it was okay to love a cat of the same gender.
come his warrior ceremony, lynxpaw was overwhelmed. he would have to spend his nights in the warrior den, which meant more time with both of his moms. the tom despised the very thought of being in the same sleeping space as them, or at least, he wanted to despise it. there was still something inside of him that told him that his beliefs were wrong, but that something was buried under many other things. it was basically useless.
a few moons passed, and everything went on just like it always had. Lynxthroat still ignored any attempts that his parents had of consoling or even talking with him, resulting in him tossing a hate-filled glare their way, or a flick of his non-existent tail. he didn't care about them anymore, and they were gay anyways, they didn't deserve to be cared about.
PLOT IDEA
decides that instead of sleeping in the warriors den he'll sleep on the clan borders, to avoid both frostedpetal and lopinghare. he ventures too far out and accidentally crosses the border into [clan name] territory, where he meets another tom. the other feline is highly-spirited and somehow manages to convince lynx to visit again. he doesn't want to meet, and decides to wait a few more days before sneaking out again and deciding to venture out towards the tunnels. there, he finds a nice little space for him to sleep in, and he nestles down there. he is quickly awoken by a hushed whisper, and opens his eyes to find the same tom from before.
"i knew it was you. your're even cuter when you sleep."
lynxthroat raises a brow at this before gawking in surprise. did this cat just hit on him? they're a tom , that's disgusting. lynx snorts in disapproval, slowly walking past the other male. "why didn't you meet me before? i was so lonely."
"you're disgusting."
"excuse me, what?"
"you're gay. that's gross."
"pardon me, but you've got some nerve saying that. look at yourself, you look as straight as a crescent moon."
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"you look heccin gay, boi."