Well, that was easier than she thought. Hiding spots, fighting back against an attacker worst-case scenario... she could do that. They could learn that. And--
Yyyyyyyyyyyeah. There it was. Her face shifted into a dull look as the lecture began, and Cinderpaw debated on how to respond. Part of her just wanted to placate the leader - did she really want to get in trouble over the name of some fox-heart? - but she knew her language would make it back to the leader some way sooner or later.
"...No." She said simply.
"I don't respect cats who don't treat us like living things." Maybe she'd be sorry about it when she died again, but for now she wouldn't let it cause her any grief. Even if the stars did love some cat like her enough to give her nine lives and control over an entire clan, guess what?
"Starclan hasn't done anything for us. They blame us for the failures of cats they sent omens for, Roseraven told me herself that Starclan's basically ignoring us. I don't see what's worth respecting there, either."
She should be more grateful for what she had. For even being here, even when it was in a broken body when everyone else seemed to remain untouched (especially leaders.), for even letting them be a clan -- because thats what made them, right? The stupid damn words of the stars who couldn't even be bothered to enforce their own rules when Shadowclan strolled into gatherings and murdered a couple cats. Even with all her grievances, a deep down feeling of guilt grasped her. It's how she'd been raised, after all, believing in them -- even if her temptation to abandon what had abandoned her overpowered any feelings of guilt, it was still their and boiled beneath her skin.
There was maybe one Starclan cat she felt indebted to.
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