[Kitty Mama]

Omenshade exhaled a breath away, and with it, their exterior faded into neutrality fit for business. Not hard to do when their twoleg owner had been basically a grey rock equipped with a feeding dispenser and a revolving cast of strangers sitting on the furniture and blabbing nonstop, but those days were over. This was about survival, and keeping the clan fit to continue surviving through a mixture of traditional and inventive means. Yes, they had ideas. Unconventional, perhaps a war crime, but they were tactics. "Lionstar," they greeted cordially. "Your elite warriors are coming along nicely. May I ask when you intend on implementing poison? Starting with non-toxic substances for training, of course, but I expect you'll want to upgrade them after."
They waited a moment to reveal what they'd brought with to this audition, an assortment of leaves from Shiverpetal's den. Many smelled familiar, but they weren't here to list their names. They had something more important in mind. Omenshade organized them haphazardly between them and Lionstar. "I'd like you to look at these," they said and dipped their head to the pile. Voice a rumble, they went on, "It is very important that you concentrate, Lionstar. Ignore distractions, and tell me what you see. This exercise is most beneficial if you look beyond surface observations."