private rather go out in a blaze of glory

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Claws unhook from his target with a vicious collision to his side. Mottle fur escaped his grasp, leaving clumps between sharpened precision at the interference of another. A primal snarl, gnarled with enraged abandon, ripped from his maw as his body twisted and adapted to this new target.

Fine, if he couldn't have the scraggly, filthy ThunderClanner, he would settle for this one. Leaping toward Otterbite for a death wish.

"Stay off of her!" The warrior doesn't sound nearly as grizzled as his body tells. Patches of missing fur are etched into his hide and shoulders. He bears a tattered pelt similar to his previous opponent, something that initially intimidates Otterbite until he realizes the rosette is not as primed for a fight as himself. The impact of pure muscke against his side left him aching and unsteady for a moment, and stupidly this warrior doesn't take that to his advantage.

"What is this? Fight!" Otterbite spits with hunger as his claws flex against the peaty soil, meeting his match's gaze with burning vitriol. A pure reflection of blue, like a fresh spring, round and watching him with intent. So he would have the make the first throw- so be it.

Where this warrior is built far larger than him, Otterbite knows he can rely on his speed. Lithe limbs dart out in an indiscernible pattern towards the other tom, allowing him to score his claws over the other's cheek in a quick lash before taking off in another direction. There's a struggle to keep up with him, the ThunderClanner sways back and forth to try and keep up with Otterbite's movements and the tom boasts with pride.

"What's wrong? Can't keep track?" Another slash of his claws claimed a spot down the rosette's flank, earning another hiss of frustration that sings to Otterbite's success. His pride easily warped into arrogance. This fight couldn't be any easier, to think he was dragged away from a real fight for it. He would teach this warrior a lesson, surely.

His tactics grow lazy, he falls into a pattern, thinking the other too stupid to follow and as he goes to throw another swipe, he's met with a powerful embrace that slams him into the ground. Otterbite choked out the last bit of air left in his lungs, shock quickly replaced by anger once he realized he had been outsmarted. Claws take hold into his shoulder, the ThunderClanner's other paw planted firmly to hold them both still against the attempts to struggle.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I can't let you go..." Otterbite narrowed his eyes in growing disgust. He couldn't find himself pinned down by some coward who didn't have his heart in the battle. His voice teetering as though he were fighting within himself, to spare him or commit. Otterbite spat, refueled in his site to continue his efforts to escape from his hold.

All four paws strike and claws sink beneath fur, the chocolate tabby yowled before silencing himself with a mouthful of Otterbite's fur. They're at a stalemate of struggle, Otterbite drags his claws wherever he can, ripping through tangle of fur. He can feel the puncture of fangs sink deeper into his flesh but his mind races with the tunneling thought to win.

I just have to kill him first! StarClan, show this pathetic cat what a real warrior is!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, seventeen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ His head is swimming, nauseating considering the situation. Braveheart had never bared his claws or fangs against another cat before, and he battled with himself (horrible timing when also battling another beast) on what he should do. RiverClan sought to take sunningrocks from ThunderClan, and the longer this dragged on the longer he realized just how likely that may become.

Flamestar wouldn't accept her warriors giving up, though. From the corner of his sight he can see her still tussling with Lichenstar, clashing fires of red against watery blues. Like fire and ice they war against one another, and he can feel the tide of Otterbite's heated hatred tangle with the icy cold fear of having to fight this warrior.

His eyes search Otterbite's as he held the squirming chimera down, searching for something, something to help him make the right decision. Is there any regret teeming in his eyes? Does he feel anything like Braveheart does, sad that blood needed to be spilled for this? Does he agree with his leader, that his life was worth them?

He doesn't think he could die. Despite the unmoving strength Braveheart possessed Otterbite still looked up at him with smugness in his gaze. His breath hot with an untouched ego. And I have to be the one to do it... I can't let him hurt anyone else. He thinks, sadly.

As Braveheart made his conclusion, a piercing grasp takes hold of him, the final strike that pushed him to act. His teeth latch onto Otterbite's jugular, trying to ignore the prickly fur against his tongue as he sinks them lower and lower. The RiverClan cat is unrelenting in his assault, and Braveheart knows he won't be any better off if he doesn't end this soon.

The wrestle to succeed one another, rolling across the shallows, deaf to the turn of the fight around them. I have to get him away from the rocks! If he wouldn't let Braveheart go with his life, he would have to do what he thought himself incapable of. Gradually he veered them further and further away, body and muzzle blooded and drenched as he finally tossed Otterbite away. The tom looked no better, deep scores marking Braveheart's efforts, the deep puncture from his neck dangerously exposing the amount of blood he was losing.

Like an untamed beast, he cannot stop. "You can just go home!" Braveheart tried one last time to appeal for them to both leave with their lives. Perhaps it wouldn't be too late for him to see his medicine cat.

The thought makes him eerily aware of how unsteady his gait has become, his own injuries scathingly bitter in complaint. He took in a haggard breath, watching Otterbite fight to stand.

"No... I can't lose! I never... I NEVER lose!"

The chimera leapt once more, and Braveheart united them with the last of his waning strength. His claws dug into blue and black fur, his fangs sank into the flesh beneath the other's jaw and he endured with shaking ferocity the last of Otterbite's anger until at last...

A needle-point grasp fell from his shoulders, sinking back into the shallows unceremoniously.

Braveheart blinked, seeing the fiery light of rage from Otterbite's eyes flow into fear, then dull into nothing.

"I... I'm sorry. St-StarClan... greets you. Brave warrior..." Braveheart fought through each breath as he spoke before falling over atop of Otterbite. Sapped of his strength, his adrenaline drained, he is dangerously still.

Fallowbite was safe, Fallowbite was safe.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 13 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

 

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- He lost.

But that can't be right.

Aren't I RiverClan's best warrior?

It isn't fair, he thinks. To be felled by someone so unmatched, how was any of it fair? His Clan had deserved to win, those rocks were rightfully theirs- his. A tale older than himself told of warm days and plentiful fishing, tales promising him they would return echoed in his head. He deserved to bask in the legend that was once theirs. Alongside his mate, their children, his heirs.

The smell of blood washed over his senses where he expected, wanted the salty spray to be. The consequence of his blind anger yielding his final moments to be encased in the very thing he hungered for so many moons. It wsn't fair, it wasn't fair. He wasn't supposed to die here. He wasn't supposed to lose.

Otterbite found himself unable to speak as he could feel himself start to grow numb. His mind turns to race with what was to come next, so far away from his Clanmates. Had RiverClan won? Would they see him missing in their valiant return? Would they see him before departing at all?

He might be left here. Abandoned to the fate of the tide, not even a body to bury as he watched them from a starlit path. Is that where he would go? Who would greet him there?

Where are they...? A quiet, final thought. The dark sky opens into a starless canopy, and he is cold.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, seventeen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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