Another day, another mode of torture. Why, oh why, were all the cats of LynxClan so obsessed with him? Couldn't they just leave him alone to enjoy his life!? What a travesty being so popular was... That was at least what was going through Mottlestone's head as he was dragged — quite literally, dragged — to wherever the hell Otterspark was taking them to next. This bloody cat had the combined energy of a million.
“Otterspark! You're hurting my taaaaiiiil.” He whined, not even fully certain if she could even hear him. Most of the time, Mottlestone was pretty sure that she just pretended that he hadn't spoken. He wished that he had such powers — especially for Loudpaw. Wait! No, he hadn't said that out loud, phew... although, could Otterspark read minds?! He wouldn't be surprised if she had such mysterious powers.
How had they even got to this point, anyway? Mottlestone remembered a time when all Otterspark would do was shout at him — but, lately, she had been a little less angry. Sure, she wasn't shouting any less but at least she wasn't mad. Now she just demanded things of him that were extremely backhanded. Like: let's hang out! ...but only because you're a wuss and you need to get some fighting spirit. What did he do in a past life for StarClan to punish him like this?