crime pays / o, bloodclan visitor

Oh, she knew Bloodclan. She'd even visited them once before during one of their parties and she liked it. She'd even met a nice guy there too who seemed like he knew too many sad days. She wished she could have helped him then. Still the child was trying and she bounded up toward the tiger, cuts on her face from her attempt at flight not too long ago. Breathing with a light labor she beamed a bit before she sat down and tilted her head a little. Curious she was about what happened to the other ambassador but she guessed he didn't want to d it anymore. "Maybe I can help, sir! I'm a paladin thingy. But I don't think we are meanies to Sunclan."

Not again. Chesspieces couldn't help but think as he galloped after Andraste, arriving as the young femme addressed the BloodClanner. While a valiant warrior of BlizzardClan willing to do anything to protect his home and its alliance, raids and wars sickened Chesspieces. The raid on The Exiles had been tough for him, sending him into a rather docile state for some time. Ally or not, Chesspieces refused to get involved in another raid especially with SunClan. He had family there. While he had no relationship with his half-siblings who resided there, family was family and he wouldn't go to SunClan with any malicious intent. "Andraste is right." Chesspieces meowed, confirming the small trainee's words. "SunClan is our ally. But, of course, you're free to wait for a higher up and talk about it."

Aid against sunclan? That wouldn't do. It seemed like this ambassador had no clue of Blizzardclan's relations either, that was a shame. This would be the second ally to be ignorant on Blizzardclan's standing. But of course, Mieczyslaw was not aware of the underlying deception of it all so naturally he was vaguely disappointed. "Since Sunclan is an ally, we cannot help you," the ebon colored kitsune would clarify as he padded up next to Andraste, brushing up against his sister though his attention was deadset on 'Asher', "but if there's anything else you need, please let me know." He was about to offer the fact that Blizzardclan could mediate a treaty between the two but he reminded himself that Bloodclan was a warring clan and that Sunclan was vengeful. The war began with blood and now they had to end it with blood.

SunClan? A raid? Nope. BlizzardClan would probably stay neutral on the whole situation, as that's really what happened with these situations. It would suck to lose either ally, anyways.

Jerseyboy silently stepped up next to Chesspieces, not saying anything as the others had already talked. He was still curious, though. He was friends with Barbara, he supposed, so whatever BloodClan did actually interested him.

Sweetophelia approached after Jerseyboy, figurative brows furrowing as she looked over at the unfamiliar BloodClanner. Slowing coming to stand beside Mieczyslaw and Andraste, both her children, her grey ears flicked in irritation when SunClan's name was mentioned. Well it seemed that this particular animal was, in fact, just as dumb as he looked. "My clanmates are correct," she confirmed, glancing to Andraste, Chesspieces, and Mieczyslaw, all of whom had spoke to answer Duskmire. "BlizzardClan keeps a neutral stance in the conflict between BloodClan and SunClan."

"You fucker," Sweetophelia's mouth twisted into a fierce snarl, only taken aback for a moment when the tiger suddenly lunged for her daughter. Teleporting between the pair, she hoped to block the attack. Activating her Super Strength, the lioness aimed to beat back at the BloodClanner, thinking to shove him into the dirt and keep him there firmly."Go ahead, make another stupid mistake."

She saw things in slow motion. The look on the tiger's face as if he knew her but it was probably a trick of the light because when she blinked it was gone. The words he spoke made her slightly confused and then claws were coming toward her and she flinched back, eyes squeezing shut as she braced for the pain of them. She'd felt claws before, ripping through flesh seering and dragging tears from her eyes but she didn't think this bloodclanner would attack her. Bloodclanners were nice and she felt herself panic but the pain never came, instead she heard her mother's voice and shock flooded in her as she opened her gaze to see her mother fighting the Bloodclanner. Her own talons dug into the ground as she watched helplessly from behind the pale lioness, wanting to do something to help. When the tiger burst into flames she screamed in panic and rose up. "Moma!" Her mother would be burned, caught aflame and fur would singe and turn to ash. No! She didn't know what she was doing at all but the temperature around herself decreased to a shocking degree and ice started to flare up from her paws dangerously before she aimed to thrust a large shard of ice in front of Asher as her mother was possibly thrown away from him. It only caused her to collapse upon the ground the energy drained from her from that one feeble move.

Whoa, whoa- what the hell was this? "Ey, cool it!" Jerseyboy hissed and jumped back as Sweetophelia and Duskmire began to brawl. He stepped over towards Andraste in a defensive stance, his hackles raising in surprise. Jesus Christ, was this guy crazy? He folded his ears, licking his lips as he began to question their alliance with BloodClan. BlizzardClan and BloodClan were perfectly fine before, and all of a sudden this guy decided to pull a dick-move. "If we don't wanna' help then we don't gotta', capisce?" Jerseyboy narrowed his eyes before snorting, "I think we oughta' pay Barb a visit and let 'er know that one a' her warriors is bein' a fuckin' asshole." He was definitely going to take Barbara's word over this guy's. He didn't know Barbara well, but they definitely had each other's personal trust by now (for reasons he wouldn't bring up). He knew for a fact that she wasn't dumb enough to let her warriors attack their allies whenever they wanted, especially not BlizzardClan, a large ally.

"You are in no position to be making demands, you dumb cunt," Sweetophelia snarled in return. When he lit aflame, the lioness teleported away on instinct, reappearing a few feet away and retaliating by sending a hot burst of fire aimed directly at his back. A fire elemental body didn't make him immune to all fire. "I'll bring her his head too," the BlizzardClan leader added coldly, as an afterthought to Jerseyboy's suggestion. Even with Super Strength, she didn't want to bother lugging around an entire corpse.

"I am not Barbara," Sweetophelia snarled into his face, drawing closer but keeping clear of the flames. "And I am not interested in controlling you. What I want is to cut through your scrawny little neck and stick your head on a pike." Would he run? With his tail between his legs? Would he flee now? He could try but Sweetophelia wasn't very interested in offering mercy. Conjuring up a jagged rock, the BlizzardClan leader aimed to lob it right at Duskmire's face.

OOC | I'm aware, it's just that in writing I would prefer to refer to characters by their actual names

She could keep him alive. She could tie him down and rip his claws out one by one to draw answers from him. But Sweetophelia didn't trust information drawn out under interrogation. When you were pushed to the edge between death and life, you would say anything to make the pain go away. Besides, she had a feeling that Barbara didn't sanction this, for all of the girl's big words, she strongly doubted that Barbara would be stupid enough to actually cross BlizzardClan, BloodClan's strongest ally and the biggest dog on the dog pile. This fucker was likely acting of his own accord, whether in a full fledged conspiracy or in simple bloodlust compulsion, she didn't know. But that didn't really matter now, did it?

Walking over to the convulsing body, she laid her grey paws over his broad neck, almost gently. Her movements precise, the BlizzardClan leader suddenly snapped it, the head twisting to the side grotesquely. Perhaps once she was done showing off the head to Barbara, she would add it to her collection of trophies taken from fallen enemies. It would look nice pinned up alongside the leg she had torn off Uluare. "It's done now," she declared blandly, anger cooling.

OOC | Don't worry about it, you were just double-checking, and sure okay

Barbara couldn't control them? The fuck did he mean? This guy was just an asshole, a power-hungry little bitch. It sounded like he was rebelling against his own leader. He let out a low growl at the thought, and he was ready to shred Asher's fur off. Like hell he would backstab Barbara on his watch.

Then, everything took a turn for the worse. Sweetophelia had literally slammed a rock into the guy's face, and after getting ahold of his neck, she had snapped it. Jerseyboy's eyes widened and he clenched his jaw, freezing up. "Shit." Jersey cussed under his breath at the sight. He had never seen his friend kill anyone. He was sure that she was always fully capable of doing so, but never had he thought she would actually follow through. The guy was literally trying to kill them, though, so Sweets did what she had to do. Still, it wasn't exactly a pleasant sight.

As the ambassador went limp onto the ground, he said nothing. Jerseyboy's green eyes fixated on the body, and he slowly looked up towards Sweetophelia, jaws slightly agape. "...What now?" Well, he supposed it was obvious. They'd go to Barbara and explain what would happen. He just wondered how the queen would react, however.

Even as weak as she was from her own attack the female watched as he mother slammed a stone into the tiger's face. Watched as she walked to the tiger with no shred of emotion and snapped his neck. Her eyes widened as she processed what she had seen and the light that faded from the tiger's eyes. He was dead, his soul leaving and perhaps joining the stars up above or to become trapped on this Earth to wander forever. That notion made her horrified, horrified at what her mother had done yet she couldn't stop looking at the dead body. She struggled to her paws body shaking intensely and her stomach was unsettled. She was unsettled. "You....you're a life taker..." Her voice was barely a murmur and she stepped back before she turned and ran off, running away from Sweetophelia.

SCREAMS THIS BLEW UP TOO FASTASFAS + rushed so i dont get flooded later

What. He had no words, really. One moment they were talking, the next his mother had jumped in front of his sister to block the Asher's attack. There was no need for him to jump in, Sweetophelia could handle herself but when Andraste fell, he would go look after her. So she had ice elementals? That was something he had to note before shifting his pale amber eyes back to the tussling duo. Much like his mother, she thought of this one as an outlier. There was no way Barbara would be stupid enough to sanction something like this. Perhaps this Asher was just a disgruntled member who believed in the olden values of anti-clans. Their person fit it quite well. However, shit hit the fan even more when Andraste ran off, "Andy! He was going to hurt you!" And with that, he was torn between handling this situation with his mother or comforting and assuring his sister of what was going on. Surely his mother could figure it out alone but it was his duty to help. But family transcended duty, so after a moment's hesitation, the kitsune dashed off after Andraste.

"o-oh my god!"

vega approached with white eyes, pale with shock. the serval crept towards her clanmates, looking them over in case any of them were seriously injured. she frowned as she felt andraste rush past her, following her trail to sweet. she didn't understand, which was fine.

"can i, uh, help in any form?"