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  • Ravenwing held his gaze, her one good eye glittering in amusement. “You care so much about your Clan. I’m not saying it is a bad thing!” She butted her half-brother in the side, her whiskers twitching. “I was going to make dirt. Now that you bring up herbs, come help me gather them.” Thunderblaze rolled his eyes, but followed as they padded out of the tunnel.

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  • )Swiftfoot do u want to be mates?)

    He saw some borage. “Is this good?” He asked. The bright blue stars shaped leaves shone brightly. It smelled nice. He picked a few stems with his teeth. He padded back over to Ravenwing, who had a wad of cat mint. “From the old Twoleg shack?” He asked. It was done the hill, a little while away from them. She nodded. They started back up to camp. He nodded to the deputy, Swiftfoot, and invited her and Ravenwing to eat near the roots of Hightree.

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    • Yes!It produces more and better milk for queens. It also brings down fevers. It even helps sooth bad bellies and relieves tight chests.

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  • “Thunderstar! I’ll get you a mouse!” Ravenwing said. She padded to the fresh-kill pile but remembered the catmint in her mouth. She padded off to her den, urging her apprentice to come with her. Ravenwing carefully set down the catmint, and suddenly had the urge to sleep. She trotted over to the moss, set down her head, and fell asleep. She woke what felt like a second later, but she was not in StormClan territory. She was in a meadow with rolling hills and broad, vast plains. Behind her, there was a cave. A huge cave. There was a cat in the cave, looking straight at her. The cat was from StarClan, she was sure, but she had never seen this cat. The cat looked like an apprentice, a very young one. That cat looked to be about 7 or 8 moons. The only thing that classified this cat as a StarClan cat was a glimmer in her eyes that held wisdom way beyond her age. The cat began to speak, “Hello. My name is Lightpaw, and I have been waiting for you. I see you have no place to visit StarClan, except in your den. This cave is a sacred place, where dreams of StarClan will come easily. I will guide you back to your den, but make sure you remember the route.” Lightpaw bounded away, not even stopping to take a breath. Ravenwing’s bad, clouded eye was always clear when she went to visit StarClan. She bounded after Lightpaw, vowing to herself that she would never forget this place. She felt like she was flying over the ground, never resting or stopping. When she had reached the camp, Lightpaw said, “I will leave you here. You will visit me again in your dreams. Keep safer, and don’t think of joining us any time soon. Your clan needs you.” Suddenly Ravenwing woke, her dream still clear in her mind. She trotted past Crowlight and Gorsespring, who were grooming each other by the nursery. She looked at Crowlight’s swollen stomach, and she could tell her kits were due soon. The three cats exchanged friendly greetings as Ravenwing padded past them and picked up a mouse.

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  • Fernpaw groomed herself. Medicine work was hard and most of the time she had to pad after Ravenwing to see where she was going. When she finished, she stretched, satisfied. Ravenwing looked at her, amused, “Finally! I thought you would keep grooming until midnight!” Fernpaw purred and padded in to the medicine cat den and froze and looked behind her shoulder. No one was there. Creeped out, she was happy that no one saw her do that. But Ravenwing saw it. She frowned and walked away. Fernpaw lay down in her nest and slept. Everything rushed past her. She heard screams, shrieks and wails of pain. Blood splattered her face and looked up. A huge cat loomed over her. Screeching, she woke up, wide-eyed. She looked up to see Ravenwing sitting next to her.

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