At its heart, Yautja culture -- your culture -- is about testing yourself against adversity.
As Unblooded you've learnt how to do this, not least amongst yourselves as you fight each other for standing amongst your clique and the respect of your elders. Elders whom themselves must constantly joust for position and prestige, as they are doing so right now.
All of you, Blooded and Unblooded alike, are gathered in the Pit, gazing upwards at the dais upon which the senseis are fighting over the right to the best hunting grounds. Unsurprisingly, your sensei Thunderstrike is dominating precedings. Despite his great size he doesn't rely on brute force to win, instead choosing to weather the assaults of his opponent until they give him an opening for a single powerful blow. And as expected, the other no one to upset him from the top of the heap.
But then he does something unexpected. Rather than grab the prime territory, he chooses the worst. Looking down on you, his initiates, he laughs darkly.