Lightpaw sighed, padding to the elders' den.

"Go on," Hareleap snapped, "hurry up, my ticks aren't falling off on their own!"

She nodded weakly.

"Weak, useless young cat," she heard him croak.

It didn't bother her that much. She was actually getting used to it.

She felt the glare bore into her fur the whole time she worked on getting rid of the ticks and everything, making her belly worm with uneasiness.