~Grace~
Grace bowed her head, knowing fully well what he meant by his speech. Silently, she cured her heritage that had forced this path upon her. After a few moments, Grace spoke up. “I understand what you mean. In a way, I agree with you. I am weak and not prepared as the cats of this clan. But don’t you see? I live a life that I feel wasn’t meant for me. My litter mates, you should see them. I am ashamed of them. They accept the way of the twolegs that pamper them. I hate the life I am forced to live. Do you know how disgusting it is? Those pellets that they feed me don’t seem to satisfy this hunger that I have inside. Unlike most kittypets, I desperately want to live outside, to be in the wild. And I don’t wish to cause disrespect in you tradition, to your warrior code.” She replied back with a speech of her own. “But if you wish for me to leave, then I will. But I promise you one thing, I will not give up. If it means that I have to train myself for moon to come, then I will. If I have to train with rouges, loners, or even seek out another clan who is willing to accept me even with my heritage, then I will.”