The leaves crunched underpaw as Leaf padded through the forest, followed closely by her friends, Flame, Snow, and Tiger. They were headed back to their nests. They had no camp to live in because they were rogues. Flame and Snow always dreamed of living in a Clan, but Snow wanted to be a medicine cat. Leaf, Tiger, and Flame were lucky to have her in case one of them got hurt or sick. Now Snow was falling behind, looking for and picking herbs. "Come on, Snow! Flame is already way ahead of us!" Leaf mewed. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," she muttered through her mouthful of herbs. Why does she always pick herbs before we get back to our nests? Leaf wondered. She knows that every kind of herb is by our nests.