Mothsong scented Bone nearby. She hid Bandit and slipped out of the nursery, padding over to the tom."Lets try and talk. Violence isn't always the answer."she gazed into his eyes, ready to fight if he attacked."What do you need?"
Mothsong narrowed her eyes."This is my clan. You have no right to order me around. There are plenty of warriors here to rip your pelt off. I am not to be the prisoner, but you."