//Lets say this is after their battle in the other thread, yeah?//
Ripley sat down across from her, tail flicking in unease. He practically flinched when she spoke, the bigger cat awkwardly shuffling his paws. "I didn't abandon you," he blurted out, though he kept his voice down. "I just..." He shifted, ears flattened against his skull. "I don't want you to get hurt," he said finally, looking up at her. "You've seen how Bear is. How almost everyone here is. How even Nero is. Everyone just hates the clans, hates them so much they want a battle. And I...don't know what side I'm going to fight on," he admitted, crouching down. His heart was racing. He never told anyone his doubts before.
"They say they hate the clans, but why? They've done nothing, but we've stolen and killed them! And I've heard stories, Arty. There are five cat clans, with cats enough to be twice this group, each! If we really start a battle with them, cats are going to die." He looked up, realizing he'd been talking to his paws. Desperation shone in his eyes. "I don't want you in that fight, because I'm not going to fight for us. I'm going to join the clans, Art. I don't want to be with a group that steals and murders and..." he shook his head. "That's why I haven't talked to you in a while. You seemed so angry...I couldn't tell you before, but...but I had to tell you now, because after today...I just wanted you to understand why I did what I did. I just want to protect you." The tabby tom grew silent, his last words a whisper as he started at her pleadingly. He needed her to understand him.