“She twitched her twisted hind leg. “I can hardly reach my claws to wash them.” “Perhaps I should give you a few more exercises to loosen it up,” meowed Yellowfang. “No, thanks!” mewed Cinderpaw quickly. “They hurt!” “They’re meant to hurt! It shows they’re working.” The old medicine cat turned to Fireheart. “Perhaps you’ll have more luck persuading her to do them. I’m going into the forest to dig up some comfrey roots.”
