"All we can hope for is that each person rectifies his own ways, only then will hatred stop. But never forget, that fighting and hunting is our nature, we hunt and attack, even if just meant playfully... sometimes we bear the sin of killing prey that should have remained untouched, but that is what we receive for having a murderous mind.... even you... even you have it deep within you, to kill, to hunt. I know that you would wish to deny it, but so is it that I wish to deny my heritage. You have a choice, try and help, run away to your own perfect world, deal with and try to make the best of your life, or join the fighting and give in to purest instinct. What is your choice I ask...?" The feline whispered softly, his muzzle barely moving as his tongue formed the words that flowed from his muzzle. The words, though well meant, seemed to come from a cold heart, a heart that never knew anything else then combat....