The ocelot tumbled in a heap to the welcoming forest grass. The most recent conflict on the river had been terribly draining. Not physically, the attackers had received a severe trouncing, but mentally. The cause of her exhaustion was the bobcat. The lynx just didn't know how to hold her temper.
Hadn't they had the upper hand by a mile? Hadn't they? Why did the bobcat have to get so upset? There was no reason! There was never any logic to the bobcat's temper. Near the end of the battle, when they had the attackers on the run, the bobcat had gotten tangled in a petty individual conflict. In a moment of severest irrationability, she had dragged her quarry under that water and tried to strangled her to death. But one thing every river defender was taught was that you didn't want to see an animal struggling for its life. And now the ocelot knew exactly why.
The bobcat's quarry had lashed out viciously, claws bared and slashing with a fury they had never had in the battle before. The bobcat had fended the other off, but she escaped wounded harshly. Chances were she wouldn't be there for the next battle. The river defenders had never seen anything like this happen before. The closest thing was when the males had been attacking and an attempt to take the tiger out of the battle had occured. The tiger was much bigger than most animals seen on the river, and he had more than taken care of himself. But that had been against the opposing side. The ocelot had never thought any of the defenders would have been stupid enough to put themselves in the same situation. But even so, here they were, days away from one of their biggest confrontations ever and they had one of their best fighters down. The ocelot buried her head in her paws. It would be quite the experience.
Translation: the bobcat did a stupid thing today. She got aggressive (as did the other girl) and she went ballistic and held the girl under by her throat. The girl rightfully hit her, causing and inch-long cut along the bobcat's eye that let blood flow freely. Even though she didn't know the extent of her injury, the bobcat pounded the heck out of the other girl. She got thrown out for today's game and the next one. The next one is the first game in our varsity state tournament. And she's a starter. We were winning 23-4 when this happened. I don't know why it did, and I'm not too happy about it.
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i don't believe that i will ever understand people. even myself. i try to focus on being better, but i see myself occasionally get way to angry for no reason at a time that i should be no where near that emotion. *sigh* i'm excited to take sociology my senior year. maybe that'll help me out.
If only the orange tom-cat were there to clear things up. But alas, the cat's hatred of and clumsiness in fighting battle's near the river's edge kept him from the fray. More concerned about land invaders, was he.
erase that apostrophe in "battle's" should be "battles"
Lackaday, e'en if the tomcat had the capacity to fight in the river battles, he could have accomplished nothing. If the tomcat would have been able to do anything about it, so would the tiger, and the hawk, and the coyote, and all the other male defenders. However, even the female defenders were not able to prevail against their fellow's temper. On that note, she says she was holding the girl's arm before she got punched.
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