respect wrote:if she had known being a role model was this difficult, smokeshade would've given up long ago. her first apprentice mila was the definition of teenage rebellion.
"mila, if i have to call you up one more time--" smokeshade growled as she padded over to the apprentices' den. as she expected, the cinnamon smoke was curled up soundly in her nest. smokeshade straightened herself. "milapaw! get up, the dawn patrol already left."
the apprentice sat up with a yawn. "i'm up, i'm up."
"you are now." smokeshade spat. "let's go, i have to teach you something."
the two mollies padded out of the den to an old tree a long walk from camp. upon their arrival, smokeshade unsheathed her claws and started slicing up the pretty pink flowers growing around the tree. mila gasped in horror. "what are you doing!?"
"these flowers didn't say hi to me." smokeshade said with a teasing voice and exaggerated body language.
"flowers can't talk, mousebrain!" mila cried.
"mila, respect goes both ways. always put yourself where another cat might be standing." smokeshade meowed firmly. "you never know how a cat may be hurting, so think about them always. like this morning - you slept in and we missed the dawn patrol, now we may be in trouble because we were assigned to it. what if i did that to you? what if the clan was going through a harsh leaf-bare, and i ate my kill instead of bringing it for the kits and the elders? sure, some forms of respect are in the warrior code, but not all of them are, because the warrior code would be way too long. still, though, considering other cats when making those decisions is an unspoken rule of the warrior code."
mila choked back tears. “i’m sorry.”
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