"Yes," Lilykit admitted, her voice still quiet, but loud enough for only her sister to hear.
She had never had the dream of stalking rabbits through the moor, or unsheathing claws as she was ready to shed blood to defend her Clan. And she did know that she could never have a mate. What did that bother her, not like any cat would ever want her anyway.
And Lilykit had to admit, yes, she did want to become a medicine cat. She was too small to fight or anything, and she most certainly did not like shedding blood. She felt guilty if she so much as accidentally scratched one of the other kits to defend herself from their teases and taunts. She loved the smell of roots and leaves, berries and seeds, not the scent of the blood of prey, or worse, the blood of another cat.
She didn't even understand the meaning of war between Clans. It just didn't make sense. But maybe it was StarClan's intention to not make any of the Clans combined.
Of course, she didn't dare say her own thoughts out loud. She had to respect the warrior code, at any cost. That was the meaning of being a Clan cat, to respect the warrior code, be loyal to the Clan. But of course, there was more to life than that. Like finding a mate, having a family.
Even at the young age that she was at, she had never imagined herself in a romantic relationship with another cat. She'd be ready to give up any privilege of being a warrior, like finding a mate, for example, to become a medicine cat.
"I've always dreamed of being a medicine cat, ever since I first started to go to the medicine den when I was upset," she confessed.