Jayfeather is crouching beside his stick.
"Rock? Rock, where are you?" he mewed anxiously. Jayfeather's ears prick as he hears a rustle in the bracken behind him. He tasted the air. Lionblaze.
"Rock? There are rocks all over this place, why, do you need one?" Lionblaze apparently overheard Jayfeather's pleas.
"No, I don't need one, mouse-brain, leave me alone."
"I was only trying to help, sheesh…"
….
Jayfeather is confronting all of the warrior cat fans in the universe.
"Why do you people feel that I have to be in love with every crippled cat that enters my den?"
A fan-girl looks at Jayfeather, "Willowshine isn't crippled."
"Fine. Then every crippled cat and every cat I seem to loathe."
…
Jayfeather watched as Leafpool talked to Yellowfang in her dream. He saw how she was nodding and knew that she was patiently considering what Yellowfang had to say.
"So, the clans will split up?" she asked.
"Yes, make sure every cat is ready," Yellowfang's rasping mew was equally as patient.
"I will, thank you, Yellowfang," Leafpool dipped her head before disappearing. Jayfeather wondered how she did it.
How could Leafpool have the patience to withstand that Starclan forsaken cat's lectures?