Arhra or the Dark Farther as he was called, looked at the two young cats training with a sneer. Their fighting skills where a shame at best. But he had to remember that they were only 6 moons old, barely a moon into their training. The large handsome black tom had actually been teaching them about their god, Khaine. The god of war, death, murder. Showing them the way to everlasting battle. That they would become the most deadly killers if they served Khaine well.
Even though the cats were to young to really understand it, they would learn one day and that was all that matter to the Dark Farther. He kept his thoughts to himself as he watched the kits, waiting for the others to come along.