I trust my deputy with my life, but I can't say I'm comfortable with leaving him in control so suddenly.

[Redtail still seems so young to her; she can remember him waddling around the nursery like it was yesterday. It worries her to think what might happen to him, thrust into the role of leadership. It worries her that there's one less cat keeping an eye on Tigerclaw.

She moves to lick her shoulder, but her tongue just runs across the pressed felt on her coat and she makes a face of distaste.]

Could you tell me how to get this Twoleg pelt off of me?