Phillip shrugged. "I've never really had a problem with Felines. Maybe it's just because I don't like fighting, but I've never really disliked someone because of their race. I guess I'm a bad son huh? Considering my dad was a general." He picked up his drink and nursed it in his hands. "Dad always told me I was weird to hate fighting, because of my magic." His eyes turned to a dull steel blue as he talked.