"It's not...entirely strict, it's practical." Her tail curls around her, but not self-consciously; it's relaxed. As she speaks, Nyaromon's heavy eyes focus on her as well, and Hollyleaf feels as if she's telling stories to kits. "For example, elders, kits, and queens must be fed before warriors and apprentices can take prey from the freshkill pile. If everyone just took the food they hunted, leaving none for the rest of the Clan, those who can't hunt would go hungry, and the Clan would suffer."

She takes a nearby leaf absentmindedly, pressing it to her scars to stop the bleeding. Not as good as cobwebs, but at least she can hold it there easily.

"So you see, the warrior code helps the Clan live a full life."