.:. Graystone .:.
The gray-blue pelted warrior looked down at the apprentice and snorted. "
Not everyone follows our code. Alot of cats break it." He mewed. Looking at the apprentice, the tom wondered if the she-cat really believed that everyone followed there codes. That no-one fought, or dared break the laws made by dead cats too many seasons before there birth to count. Between all the wars, sickness, and hardship, was following some dead feline's rules truelly all that important? In honesty, wouldn't simply surviving be more useful then pledging a entire life to tip-toeing around in order not to break a
code?
.:. Lilypaw .:.
The gray and white tabby she-cat padded from where she'd fallen asleep last night slowly. Giving her ruffled fur a few rough licks, the apprentice glanced around the clearing. Spotting her mentor, Owlscreech, the she-cat bounded up to him. "
Hello, Owlscreech! Do you need any help caring that or do you want anything done?"