She took a little step, cocking her head as she watched the older warriors play-fight with their apprentices. She looked up at her mother, eyes confused. "Mother?' She mewed, tail flicking. Her mother, snow white, just like her, gazed down at the young kit. They said that she was the spitting image of her, but nobody else saw the golden flecks in the older she-cat's eyes. Her mother's leafy eyes were gentle, prompting her unsaid question.
"Yes, darling?" She purred, her voice full of love for her only kit.
"Why do we fight?"
I'm taking the Six Styles challenge! o3o Yay! :) This was a fun write.