Lichentalon was in need for being taken care of, maybe it was her ego that made her think that. But she was still there, sitting in the middle of the den, yawning. If Starclan was going to take her away she was going to make sure she got it. She still wanted to be taken care of even tough she became old and nearly useless. Her time was ending, but she was going to enjoy the rest of her fucking life as long as she could. 


Lichentalon stood on her feet stretching her old bones that felt like they could crumple to dust any second now. She went just outside the den and  that maybe some warrior would send an apprentice to help her. "My pelt has ticks and if they leave my pelt they will come to you next; With many more tiny ones!" Lichentalon finished blinking rapidly trying to wake up her brain. She took a step back in the den and sat patiently in her nest making some grass grow from under it, to make her feel more comfortable. She could wait, and she would.

Maybe if im loud and annoying enough i can get attention.