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Over two moons DayClan had been imprisoned against their will in SunClan and now they were set free only for the entire clan to be snowed out of their camp. With nowhere else to go they returned to the Keepers Mansion to take shelter there. Unfortunately it was right next to SunClan's border.
"hey," A familiar voiced called out to Trailpaw as a paw prodded her awake.
Her Spirit Guide Plumamine was standing there, it had also been over two moons since Trailpaw had seen her as spirit guides could only walk with their apprentices on DayClan territory and not past it. She nuzzled into Trailpaw, "Bet you're glad Renegade saved your butts, huh?" She joked having been from Renegade Regime herself before her untimely death.
Yellow eyes blinked open drowsily at the prodding paw. Trailpaw glanced up towards Plumamine absently for a few moments, blinking away sleep as one paw lifted to drag across her face. She had been dreaming about being back in SunClan territory, and at first she was confused by her Spirit Guide's presence. They were supposed to only show up around DayClan territory, weren't they? Eventually, though, as her drowsiness faded and she took in her surroundings, realization sparked in her gaze. They weren't in SunClan anymore. They managed to get free and back to where DayClan rightly belonged. Or, well, close enough for Trailpaw to care.
"Plumamine!" she practically squealed, scrambling to her paws and flinging herself at the other she-cat. She might be on the older end of the cats sharing the apprentices' den, but that didn't stop her from acting as excited as a kit first out of the nursery. Or an apprentice in their first training session. It had been so long since she'd seen her Spirit Guide and she was beyond overjoyed to see her again. Once she paused in her excitement long enough to realize she had been asked a question, she gave a soft laugh and said, "Ya, I'm super glad they showed up when they did."
"Yes. But when you left I felt I failed you. I want to teach you about fighting. To kill. I was a mercenary, it meant all I ever was taught was to defend, hurt, and kill. I only learned to hunt when... When well actually when I was a kittypet," She admitted, "I would hunt birds in the yard and chase off raccoons."
She focused back on Trailpaw, "So I want to teach you how to fight back. I recognize that there are some cats and some circumstances where death is the only option. Because the cat will never stop trying to hurt you and those you care about. I feel that is what your leader lacks and I'm not going to let you lack that quality. I need to teach you how to fight."
An ear twitched when Plumamine mentioned killing, an uncomfortable expression crossing Trailpaw's face. Sure, she'd killed mice and birds and all sort of other prey creatures before, even once or twice when she was a kittypet, but taking the life of another cat? Was that really necessary? She thought the warrior code other cats talked about didn't want Clan cats killing other cats. Or was that just other Clan cats? Her mind began to wander for a moment, the young she-cat wondering if the rule applied to Clans like MoonClan or SunClan with their strange laws and customs, or if it extended to the Regime who helped save DayClan.
She was quick to return her attention to Plumamine at least, not wanting to miss what her Spirit Guide had to say. She didn't seem any more comfortable with the idea of learning how too kill as the former Regime she-cat went on, though, both forepaws kneading into the ground under her. Her gaze turned away from Plumamine when the older she-cat finished. "I've never killed anything bigger than a squirrel before," she muttered, ears turning back against her head. "Do I really need to learn how to do something like that in order to fight?" Yellow eyes turned back onto Plumamine again as she asked, "Can't I learn how to fight without having to kill anyone?"
"Some people deserve to die Trailpaw," Plumamine said, there was no softness in her tone, but rather it was simply barren of any roughness, smooth the way she spoke, "I was not raised to be a pacifist like a DayClan cat. For a long time DayClan was allowed to not kill because all forest clans followed the same code of honor. But SunClan and MoonClan no longer follow such a thing. If you do not kill, they will kill you and they already have killed your own. My clan didn't believe in execution until the day of my death. A tom, about your age had graduated, becoming, in your terms a warrior. But he held hatred inside of his soul and he killed his own grandmother and another elder. He murdered a blind medicine cat, he murdered me, his own sister and his own brother and he physically scarred multiple kits before attempting to kill my father. What do you do with a cat of that evil? Can you really look at the parents of those kits? The patients saved by that medicine cat, and tell them this cat can be changed when they all want the justice their dead loved ones can no longer have? What would you do if you were leader with a cat like that and mourning families all around you, Trailpaw?"
