"No, not really. We... coexisted, before, but mostly by ignoring each other," Wraithring admitted. It creeped her out, how pleasant Sabrestar could be. A cultured killer, that was what he was. She wished that he could be angry and raving and unlikable; then his followers would be able to see what a despicable being he was. "If Sabrestar comes back, I don't think I'll stay," she added, her voice small. She had done it before, and lost her mentor, as well as many of the cats she respected. She didn't want to do so again.
The blue female was almost relieved when Stylekit changed the subject. Wraithring cracked a small smile and answered, "I never really thought about being a warrior, actually. I was planning on being one at first, since at the time the medicine cat already had apprentices. But then all that drama with Sabrestar deciding that he didn't want to be medicine cat, he wanted to be leader happened, and we were left with only Stormsoul as medicine cat. So she picked me and Ace as her apprentices." She shrugged. "I don't really think I'd be very good at hunting and fighting, anyway." She had never been particularly athletic, and she was small for her age. Memorizing herbs was more her forte.