Storm Star spat, "Of course we do! 'Course...." He paused, ducking a swing from Darkriver. "....I hate to admit it, but... not too many cats fight as well as you do, and especially under the stress and starvation you so rightfully deserve to get here as a slave. We'd be hard-pressed to find someone as good as you," he declared. "How would you like to become a Messenger?" he asked. "Your soul will become a cat soul, and it will rise up from being a slave soul. You will still be tortured sometimes, but.... You'll rise up through the ranks if you're good enough." By now, his warriors had gathered around him. Storm Star murmured, "Well, do you accept?"
(Change of heart. 8D Well, do you wanna~? XDD)