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The young apprentice Ratpaw shrunk back, fur sucked tight to her body in fear as she cowered in front of her mentor, eyes wide with fear as she almost disappeared in the massive tom’s shadow.
”The Clan comes first!” Goldstripe hissed lowly, his already massive cream tabby pelt raised in anger. ”The elders saw you take the last bird, before they’d been fed. Have you no respect for those who devoted their lives to ensuring you had a place to live, to hunt, to be born?!” the apprentice’s mentor, an older warrior, growled, fangs bared menacingly. The apprentice, promoted just a moon ago, seemed on the verge of fainting, her whole body trembling.
Badgerstar could hear the growling of another cat from where he stood. He’d been intending to check with the patrols about how the day’s hunting went, but this particular scene caught his eye. The black tom stepped up to the two, Ratpaw and Goldstripe, and leveled his gaze at the mentor.
“Goldstripe,” he began in his deep timbre, “are you intending to kill Ratpaw with your words? There’s no need to growl as though she were another Clan’s apprentice.”
If Ratpaw showed relief, there was little time for it. “But Ratpaw does need to learn. If what you said is true, she will spend time ensuring the elders are taken care of from grooming to nest-cleaning. And she will not eat unless another cat can verify that the elders have first. It is a difficult thing to learn, but we are warriors because of our honor. Not because we simply hunt in numbers.”