"You will be the elders' personal assistants. And I'm not talking just changing out bedding for the week or anything - I know for a fact that Breezepaw already has to do that for loudness and disrupting conduct. I'm talking, whatever they want, you get it, and you get it at that moment. Food, moss, bedding, entertainment, whatever. If they want a pawful of snails, you get them snails. Do I make myself clear?" Oakstar thundered. "You make yourself perfectly clear, Oakstar," Minkpaw said dejectedly. Why that stupid little suck-up. "Good." "And what about you, Breezepaw?" "No," I lied. "He does."