Snowkit doesn't seem to have heard Troutmuzzle; the white she-cat is gazing across the camp rather absentmindedly, watching two older warriors exchange words. She's nodding her head slightly from side to side as if to some beat only she can hear. Troutmuzzle seems to excuse her silence and turns to me, waiting expectantly.
I fidget. "I- I don't know," I admit after a pause. "If there isn't any hope, what good does it do to just... to just stand there and die? Isn't it better to live to fight another battle?" As soon as I say the words, I freeze. Troutmuzzle is, after all, the former deputy. It's quite possible, in my opinion, that she could report my words to
However, instead of looking horrified by my words, Troutmuzzle lets out a rather delighted laugh. "You're quite right," she informs me, something gleaming in her eyes, "there isn't any point in some circumstances. If, for instance, you're raiding another Clan's territory, there's hardly any point in attacking until you all die. A smart cat needs to know when to retreat. ''However'', retreating isn't always an option. If the enemy is going to destroy the elders, queens and kits still back in camp if you don't fight, the best thing to do is to take down as many of the enemy down with you."
Pikekit looks rather disappointed, and Troutmuzzle smiles at him. "Don't look so down, Pikekit - I'm glad to see you're loyal to RiverClan. That's all that matters. Loyalty and selflessness - and you seem to have a good quantity of both."
The grey-and-white tom perks up at once, and I smile to myself. Life is good. I'm warm and comfortable, next to my brother and sister and a Clanmate. What more could I ask for?