someone kill this loser plz

Miles wandered farther into the tree-filled forests of ThunderClan. He knew it was dangerous, but everything he did was dangerous so he didn't really care. Heck, he'd even attacked and took part in the killing of one of their ranks! The russet tom came through the rows of nests at the upwalkers' place, avoiding the northern road just to get there. His gait was calm and relaxed, almost as if he as walking in his own territory. Well, everything's my territory. He thought with a sniff. None of the Clans were of any threat to him. They were too lazy to follow him or chase him out. Miles halted and glanced around, gazing at all the rocks. It was quiet, except for a few prey sounds. But he was far too stuffed to bother hunting; he'd been taking prey from these jokers for moons. He'd killed one and he'd gladly kill another. Or all of them, then he could just live in their forest without having to change locations every night.

OOC: If he tries to kill Echo i'll have her kill him

OOC: Yeah, that'll work

Echostrike was patrolling the territory, and wandered to the less looked at land of Snakerocks. There had been a tom coming into the area and taking prey, and she finally caught him. The tom was right there, looking as smug as ever, acting like the place was his. Giving a growl, she stalked out of the bushes. "Get out of here and never return or i'll tear your pelt off." she snarled, bearing all teeth and pinning her ears. She squared her shoulders and lowered her head.

He turned to see a black and white she-cat snarling at him. Smirking, he mirrored her angry crouch with his fur fluffed and hissed back, "A pretty she-cat like you shouldn't be out here alone. Don't you know that there are some dangerous cats out here?" His voice was patronizing. With his fur up, he was a very large tom. "I'm about to be one pawstep closer to flushing all of you annoying clan cats out of this forest!" He yowled an angry battle-cry and then leaped at the she-cat, stretching out his forelegs to lash at her head and rip at her ears with his sharp, extended claws.

Most cats were afraid of death, not her, but maybe this tom. "I'm the most dangerous cat you'll ever see!" she snarled, clawing near his throat and biting his ear. With the threat of death, maybe she'll win. "If you think i'm pretty now, i'll be Starclam dammed (gets away with it) gorgeous when I slice your throat." hopefully another bluff.

Miles gasped as a claw caught the fur and skin near his throat, but it wasn't a direct hit. He hissed in pain when she clamped her jaws around his ear and he tore away, leaving a big piece of his ear in her mouth. The pain was searing, but that combined with her taunts only made him angrier. "You Clan cats always think you're so superior to us rogues, but you're not. You're just like us, and you die just like us too!" Miles sank his teeth into her front leg, trying to get a good grip to flip her and hopefully rip at her stomach.

"I'll never die like a piece of mouse-dung like you!" she growled, using her other paw to slash at the toms eyes.

It was a risky move. He should have known better. With one swipe to his eyes, she'd taken his sight. Miles shrieked when her claws tore through his eyes and wrecked them permanently, the blood from the deep gouges spurting over the rocks that surrounded them. He blindly ripped himself away and stepped sightlessly backwards, his damaged eyes wide with shock. "You..." He started, and then his face curled into a small defeated smirk. "You really are no different from us. You're as ruthless as the cats in the upwalkers' streets." It was probably the first ounce of respect he'd ever had for anybody in his life; it was really too bad that it took the last few heartbeats of his life to figure things out. "I'm ready, then. Finish what you started!" He growled, growing angry at his own weakness.

"Never, its against the warrior code. I did what I needed to do stay alive for my clanmates and protect my territory." she huffed, backing away. Would the tom bleed out? She didn't want it to end that way.

He stumbled over a stone and fell to the ground, an annoyed and defeated hiss working its way out of his mouth. "Fine, you overgrown piece of rubbish. Leave me here to be eaten by the foxes. Let me end my days in agony." He gripped the ground beneath him with long claws, tearing out clots of weeds from the cracks in the rock. His teeth were gritted in pain. "Unless you would deign to take in a hopeless cripple..." Miles muttered quietly, at his wit's end. It was true; his life would be done if he didn't beg for mercy. He knew the clan cats had forms of medicine. Nothing would prevent the onset of infection that would surely kill him, but it might slow it down a bit.

And then he joined TC and they became mates and had lovely kits before he was finally killed by infection

I would accept

"You? I wouldn't trust you around any kits, blind or not."


OOC: Not quite sure what to put now.

you want to randomly make this a thing b/c i would be down with that

"And I wouldn't trust you, out here, alone with a blind rogue. How do I know you're not planning on sneaking up on me and ending me right now?" He asked, his ears flicking towards her in suspicion. Truthfully, he would gladly accept a quick death by her claws or teeth before being left out here on his own. How could he convince her to kill him quickly or to take him in? "I wish I had said goodbye to my brother before he killed himself. He wasn't really my brother, but he was better than the no-good scoundrels that were." The news of Storm's suicide had made his heart heavy and his mind reckless. Perhaps they would see each other again in an afterlife of some kind...

holy crap yes we shall because its going to end anyway

"You'd enjoy if I killed you. Doesn't matter if I do or don't." she hissed, but looked at the pathetic piece of fur he was now. She couldn't kill him, nor could she leave him all alone out here. That would be almost too cruel. She could speak with her mother about having him guarded until the end of his days or other family came to take care of him?

"You're right. You're a sharp one; both your wits and your claws. Very well, if you have no pity in your heart, and you hold your precious 'warrior code' above the life you are prohibited from taking, then you should just go away. I'll be here. Dying." He shuddered as a wave of pain wracked his body. He could feel the blood oozing down his once-handsome face, hear it as it splattered on the ground at his paws. "Do you mean to watch me die here?"