Malka stayed quiet, keeping his hard gaze on the stranger. To him, she wasn't having a great first impression and he silently hoped she would be killed. She deserved it for her arrogance.
Wow, I'll Probably be Captured Now.[open]
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Philadelphia, on the other hand, thought the arrogance not too good for its effect. Pride goeth before the fall, they said, and while the leader was never lacking in pride of how her group was growing and expanding, she always kept a diplomat act up at best when planning against them. "If our Trainees are going to grow into their path, they must know of the evils of the Clans," growled the she-cat.
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Demonpelt supressed a sigh. "Well, the Clan's don't understand that weak cats are useless. Even if crippled, or old, or cats unable to do work sit around and stuff their faces. The apprentices--trainees like yourself--are made to clean up after these cats, and take care of them. They have to obey every ridiculous wish these cats have. And if you tell them these cats are a waste, they freak out. And once one cat doesn't trust you, none do.
It's rather pointless, keeping these cats around. They take up space, and eat food that could be used for the rest of the clan. Actually, the worthless ones eat before the rest. Why; I have no idea. To make work for the trainees, I suppose." Demonpelt stopped her monologue, speaking half to the trainee, half to Philadelphia. -
"Our founder used to be in SnowClan," replied Philadelphia. "We have no elders, and while some cats are getting older, I am sure they will work hard until their last breath."
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Demonpelt nodded. "But the elders in clans retire at a young age, and sit around doing nothing. They don't help; it's as though when they become a certain age, their devotion to their clan wavers." For a moment the silvery Mau was lost in thought but she quickly snapped back to reality.
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Hack made to turn away, shouldering toward the bush with resentment clearly reflecting in his eyes. "It's called compassion," he muttered coldly, and then slunk off into the bush without another sound.
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Regius watched Hack go away through narrowed eyes. Good riddance, the blue tabby thought, opening his jaws into a small yawn.