Visitor from BC

BLUEMASK ♚

Riverclan - Warrior - Male - 14 moons

― So, they’d finally reached neutrality. These things always seemed so fragile with Bloodclan. Despite it all, it was like trekking across thin ice. One slip of a claw and everything would crack. They’d be back at square one. Besides, it seemed without Riverclan to torment they had grown bored. Were they that hungry for violence? Unnecessary violence. While Riverclan was spared, their allies were not. Forced to lead a raid right to them so that Skyclan may be left alone. It was entirely selfish to think ‘better them than us’ but Bluemask had beyond tired of the torment. He would, however, be glad to come to their defense should it come down to it. Those who were their allies would beat out a delicate neutrality. He wondered briefly how Heronswoop had fared in it all. Abandoning one clan in the heat of this tension, in hopes to find peace, only to be at the center of a brewing battle. This whole thing was rather unfair, wasn’t it?

When Bloodclan scent reaches his nose he had to remind himself not to bristle. The hostility was meant to be gone. That would take time. Trust would have to be earned. Truthfully, he wasn’t counting on that happening. The call of a voice reached out to him, lanky legs carrying him to the border. A pair of icy eyes narrowed ever so slightly on the visitor. A tyro? Is that what they called them? She looked awfully young. He couldn’t imagine what this one lone clan members would possible want with Gladestar. “What business do you have?” He asked curtly, watchful eyes never leaving her. He wasn’t particularly keen on leaving this girl at the border alone while he went off to fetch their leader. Surely he had more important things to tend to than to bargain with Bloodclan.

BLUEMASK ♚

Riverclan - Warrior - Male - 15 moons

― As long as you're a warrior. Well, he certainly hoped he didn't look like anything else. He fought the urge to glance back over his shoulder--would anyone else arrive? Surely this scent would alert someday. But he'd be damned if he turned his back on one of their ranks. Now here came the problem with neutrality. Bluemask him self had often been on the receiving patrol of new members. Former kittypets, loners, rogues...Even a stray tribe member here or there. In most cases, it seemed there was no trouble as a result. Those who pulled their weight, who showed loyalty, were generally accepted. It was a simply system. Yet, when it came to Bloodclan...Were it up to Bluemask alone, he may have turned every last one of them away. The smell of the city was enough to make the fur along his spine prick with irritation. Did neutrality mean they were meant to accept all who came to them? Offer refuge with no explanation? Shatter. A tom with whom he had yet to interact with. But he knew the faces of Riverclan well enough. At the very least, he was familiar with the name. A boy who arrived with crimson clinging to his fur, a metallic and smoggy smell surrounding him. And now, a guest from his home. Perhaps he did not consider it to be home anymore. Maybe he truly meant to sever his involvement with them--to make good on his promise of being better. Now, with someone in search of him, Bluemask was not entirely convinced. "What about Shatter?" He returned coolly, admittedly a tad curious. Stars, let this be quick. He would so much rather spend the evening hunting than exchanging words at the border.

when you've been fighting for it

all your life . . .

"No, you shouldn't be allowed." Orangepaws sudden hostility shocked even herself as she approached, standing besides the smaller Daylightpaw with slit eyes. Her fur bristled angrily, her paws planted firmly into the ground. Her lips were pursed tight, tail swishing back and forth as she'd fight back the urge to snarl at the other female. The smell of sulfur, thunderpath and the city made her sick, the smell absolutely nauseous to her. "Besides, isn't this technically breaking the warrior code? Whats with everyone thinking they can cross borders without punishment!" her voice was exasperated and her eyes went to immediately search her present clanmates for any sort of hesitance, any of the kind of anger that she was feeling currently. Shatter wasn't even good! At the mention of the filthy name in her thoughts she'd fight back another growl. "You can take him, we don't want him." her voice was light-hearted, forced with a giant smile.

BLUEMASK ♚

Riverclan - Warrior - Male - 15 moons

― Bluemask offered a curt nod of greeting to his apprentice as he approached. Perhaps this would be a learning opportunity--for the both of them. Truthfully, he was usually a cat of fewer words than Daylightpaw was. At least, in situations like this. He wasn't sure what this molly's angle was. To have the audacity to show up at their border alone, in hopes of a visit, was surprising enough. Then again, Bloodclan had always seemed to play by their own set of rules. Regardless of what she thought about the borders, Bluemask knew where he stood. A warrior of stone and one who had followed the rules strictly since day one. He regarded her silently. His own opinions on the neutrality aside, he wasn't keen on creating more problems. He hoped that, at the very least, they had that in common. Daylightpaw's inquiry about whether or not Shatter was being taken back to Bloodclan had been on his mind as well. Had she come here to take back who was supposedly her only friend? He would've thought Shatter fickle were he to leave so shortly after his arrival. In the same breath, he would've been relieved. He breathed out slowly, icicle eyes never leaving that of Agnimitra. "Neutrality or not, you know as well as I do that that does not mean we have an open border policy." He was firm and calm in his words. Besides, had she not been in search of their leader? How did Shatter fit into all of this? He couldn't very well allow her to linger here until the tom showed up. He did not bother with an introduction of his own. He was far more concerned with ending this interaction. Something in him wanted to believe Shatter was not going to cause problems--but now it seemed he was drawing more Bloodclanners to their border. Then along came Orangepaw. Perhaps he should've chastised the girl for being too harsh in her words--in her body language. But could Bluemask honestly say he disagreed? He did not approve of confrontation done without tact, or without good reason. It was better not to let them get a rise out of you. There was a sharpness in his words, but not a readiness to fight. "Unless Shatter wishes to leave with you, I would suggest we all head back to our own camps."

//i'm pretty certain that when daylight said "he" he was referring to shatter <3