･ﾟ ✦ ° ECHOES IN MY BRAIN -Reasoning. It was what the spectacles-wearing boy had grown up doing for his whole life. Giancarlo was an intellectual fellow, meaning that he was someone that listened to his head rather than his heart. He was not the type of guy to take risks that could have harmed him, even if it resulted in him losing a valuable discovery. No matter how precious the treasure might have been, it was not worth it if it cost him his body. You only lived once, after all. The British boy supposed there was a possibility that he could have been reincarnated, but it was not the same as they would have been a totally different creature. It was not worth all of the trouble. The cream and white tom was different from other explorers. He was an explorer that was cautious. It was an odd combination but that trait of his had saved him countless of times. This was one reason why the second tier refused to participate in the battles or raids against Bloodclan's enemies. There was no point in fighting for such a trivial cause. The warriors here seemed to believe that dying in a fight was an honorable death, but Giancarlo thought that was just ridiculous. There was nothing honorable about losing one's life in a bloodbath as war solved nothing. All it did was make more enemies and waste more lives. It was not even interesting to begin with. Instead of fighting to the death, why didn't they just solve their problems with words? Was having a civil argument so difficult for these barbarians? What had been the cause of their hostile relationship, anyways? It was something that the high position had always wanted to ask the other barbarians about, but had never gotten the chance to. Hopefully it had not been anything along the lines of the Trojan War where the enmity had risen from a foolish love affair. If it had been because of a disagreement they had about an ancient artifact, then Giancarlo might have been able to understand their rivalry. Either way, he was still right about war being unnecessary. At least that was what he had thought in the beginning, before an incident occurred. Although his comrades saw him as a fool, they still could not deny the fact that Giancarlo was a young genius that was usually right about things. He was brilliant, but there were times when his careless actions or words ended up coming back and biting him in the arse. The maine coon had yet to realize this but some of the stuff that his clanmates suggested to him could have been put to good use in the future. He would have never said it aloud but there were times when he secretly thought about what the Bloodclanners advised him. Even if it was for a mere split second, he pondered over their words. It was a good start. Now all he had to do was use it.
The morning started off like an normal day for Giancarlo. He rose out of his bed, ate some breakfast, checked on Gian Jr., gathered his equipment, and headed off to do research. At this point, it was a daily routine for the domestic feline. Once he made sure he had everything he needed for his expedition, the ex-house pet picked up his bag and exited his redstone cave. When he padded into the territory, he was still taken back by the sight of sand. It was strange for the bespectacled male as he was so used to having snow around this time in his hometown. It was disappointing to see that there was not much of a difference in Bloodclan's territory. There was not a drop of snow on the land. He stood in one place as he surveyed the area for a bit, taking in the sight of the vacant terrain. It was quiet but it was the kind of quiet that he enjoyed. Sighing, he snapped a quick picture of the scenery before he resumed his search for artifacts. It was supposed to be winter but it did not even feel like it. He wondered if the savages here had ever gotten the chance to see snow. Probably not. They seemed like the type of creatures that enjoyed staying in their tiny niche of a group, rarely venturing off to explore the other clans. Nowadays, the high position frequently ventured off to study the territories of their allies as he wanted to learn more about them as well. It was too bad he was not able to sneak a peek at their enemies as he wanted to see the type of environment they lived in. Were they as violent and brutal as Bloodclan or were they more mellowed down? From what he could tell so far, it appeared as though Sunclan kept the image of a group that was filled with heroes. Even their name was positive and uplifting as Bloodclan's name had a negative denotation. His guess was that their rival clan was filled with animals that were more civilized, while Bloodclan was stuck with the crazy hooligans. They were the delinquents, while Sunclan was the student council. At least that was what it seemed like to Giancarlo. It did not matter if he was wrong or not as he did not really care about the relationships that Bloodclan had. Politics had always bored him. Luckily for him, Barbara was pretty vague about all of that useless information during meetings.
He continued to saunter around the sand dunes, until he eventually arrived at an area that was close to the border. He seated himself on the cool sand and picked at some of the sand on the ground as he searched for artifacts that might have been hidden underground. The chance of finding something was kind of unlikely but he could have never been too sure as he learned that after finding his dragon egg. Speaking of Gian Jr., the second tier wondered when the sapphire-hued egg would have hatched. He hoped it would have been sometime soon as he did not want his efforts to go to waste. As he dug a paw through the light sand, he spotted a figure rampaging towards him out of the corner of his eye. Before he could get a good look at them, he had to avoid their paws that were stretching out to assult him. A strained gasp escaped from his lips as he tried to gain a foothold in the sand. He had barely just missed the stranger's attack as strands of his fur fluttered in the air. The Sunclanner did not bother to flick the hair off of his unsheathed claws as they stared at Giancarlo in hatred. "You bastard..." they muttered under their breath. The maine coon lifted his gold-rimmed glasses as he glared at the other male in confusion. What was going on? Why was this buffoon so angry at him? He had never seen the newcomer in his life so he did not see why they would have disliked him already. Giancarlo had met a few creatures that disliked him after getting to know him, but never from getting one look of his appearance. Did he look like the murderer of their late relative or something? He opened his mouth to retort something back, but the ocelot did not seem like they wanted to hold a conversation as they were too busy attacking him. "It's because of you bastards that our solar commander passed away! I'll never forgive your kind!" they screeched in anger. This remark made him even more bemused. Solar commander? His kind? It took him a while to figure out what the wildcat was talking about, until he recalled one of Barbara's previous meeting. Oh right. If his memory was not playing tricks on him, then he remembered the she cat mentioning the success of their ambush against the leader of Sunclan. They raked their paw on the sand, before they lunged at him again.
Giancarlo tripped over his paws and landed on his back with a thud. As he glanced up in pain, their paw was a few inches away from his face. His steel blue luminaries widened as he tilted his head to the side, missing their attack once again. "Stay still so I can kill you!" Giancarlo took their comment a little too literally, something he seemed to always be doing. Their request did not make any sense to him. Why would he have wanted to stay still when the Sunclanner was obviously trying to murder him? Rather than fighting back, he tried to reason with the distraught creature. He shook the sand off of his beautiful pelt, dusting it off with a forepaw in disgust. "Sir, please watch your language. I understand why you're angry, but that doesn't give you the right to release it out on me. Also, don't associate me with these barbarians. I'm far from being their kind." the pompous nerd stated in a crisp voice. He began to comb his chest with a paw, until the NPC suddenly leaped over to knock his glasses off. "SHUT UP!" they spat. Giancarlo flinched as his precious spectacles slipped off the rim of his nose and flew over to the other side of his body, unceremoniously landing on the ground. Shoot. He was as blind as a bat without his glasses. The ocelot sneered as they found his weakness. They were now able to freely attack the blonde youth without him avoiding them. "I've got you now you prick." Before the Hayate boy could brace himself, they swiped a paw, raking the side of his face with their claws. Giancarlo hissed in pain as he leaped back. He lifted a paw to nurse his cheek as he stared at the Sunclanner through squinted eyes. Although the wound they had inflicted on him hurt like hell, Giancarlo was not too worried about it. He was too busy fanboying about the strength of their attack. It was similar to the time when Barbara had smacked him when he had first joined. A chuckle escaped from his lips as he felt the wound. The science dork felt adrenalized as this was his first time getting into a real fight. He wondered if it would have scarred. Maybe he could have lied to his clanmates or brethren that he had gotten from winning a fight? That is if he survived this. Frustrated that they were getting no reaction out of the Bloodclanner, the vengeful ocelot gritted their teeth, before they prepared their next onslaught. They crouched down before they lunged for the domestic feline's neck.