QUOTE : Wait!” Dovewing panted, pebbles spraying out behind. Bumblestripe eased his pace enough for her to catch up. “What?” he growled. “Look.” Dovewing tried to catch her breath but Bumblestripe was still running hard. “I’m sorry I snapped.” Bumblestripe turned his head to look at her, his gaze hard as ice. “I’m tired of being used as your scratching post,” he hissed. “From now on sharpen your claws on someone else.” Dovewing’s pelt pricked. “It’s not my fault!” “I get it, okay?” He didn’t even look at her. He just kept running. “You don’t like me the same way I like you. I’ll get over it. I’m just disappointed you’re not the cat I thought you were.