Molly woke up feeling extremely warm and comfy. At first, she was confused by all the scents around her, and something soft prodding her skin. She blinked her eyes open warily, suddenly remembering all that had happened to her when she caught sight of Hazelpaw poking her, trying to wake her up.

"Sorry!" Hazelpaw meowed when she noticed Molly's eyes were open and staring at her with amusement. "But Firestar came and told me it was about time to get you up, it's a little after sunrise. All of the other cats were up quite a while ago. I guess you're not used to waking up early because you're a kittypet, huh?" It took a moment for Molly to digest her words, but she nodded when they finally penetrated the fur in her ears and reached her skull.

"Yeah I suppose. Thanks Hazelpaw." Hazelpaw beamed. She then pushed a pile of herbs toward her.

"Here," She mewed. "Jaypaw gave these to me; they're traveling herbs for the journey back to your Twoleg nest. They may taste bitter, but they'll keep your hunger at bay." Suddenly, her ears swiveled back behind her. "I have to go!" She meowed, starting to get up and leave. "My mentor's calling, can't afford to keep Dustpelt waiting any longer! Bye Molly! Have a safe journey!" She flicked her tail in farewell before sprinting out of the den. Even though she was gone, Molly flicked her tail too.

"Yeah. Bye." She whispered to herself. Looking at the foul smelling leaves before her, she took a deep breath and ate them as quickly as she could. She nearly spit out the first mouthful, but ate it all anyway. She continuously slid her tongue against her lips, attempting to get rid of the taste. She hesitantly stepped into the early morning sunlight that was falling through the camp's shelter into her eyes. She blinked it away, and stared in awe at the Clan cats before her. The whole place was bustling with activity. It was like…Cat New York. She was snapped out of her stupor by a tail lightly brushing her flank. It wasn't an affectionate or tender action, just one to get her attention. She turned and faced the grey…tom? Was that what it was called? Yes, the gray Tom from the other day. His name was…Ashfur. Yes, that was it.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked. Molly nodded. "Alright then, just follow me. And stay close, don't go wandering off. Your nest is on Windclan territory, so we have to be careful, got it?" Molly nodded again. "Alright, come on then." She followed Ashfur obediently out of Thunderclan camp and into the forest. She was amazed by everything around her; the things she could smell, how much better her vision was; it was astounding. She had the overwhelming urge to just stop and stare, but the occasional growl from Ashfur kept her moving. They were on the moor now, traveling through some heather. Ashfur stopped suddenly, the fur along his spine bristling in alarm.

"Get down!" he hissed. "There's a Windclan Patrol coming our way!" He raced to some thick gorse, and hid in the fronds. Though it was prickly and scratched her, Molly dove after him. She had no idea how Ashfur knew other cats were nearby, and he didn't look like he was going to explain. She remembered that she seemed to be able to smell better when she opened her mouth, so she did this now. To her surprise, she scented a group of cats, though she didn't know how many, how far away they were, or even what direction they were coming from. After a few tense moments, Ashfur adjusted himself, and mewed instructions to her quietly.

"Don't move. I'm going to see if they've moved on." He crept stealthily out of the gorse they were in, barely making it twitch or move at all. When he had disappeared, and not re-appeared for what seemed like a while, Molly grew nervous. What if the Windclan cats got him? What if he just abandoned her? She was just about to start freaking out when a grey, furry head poked through the branches.

"Come on, we can go. But we have to hurry. We were waiting there for quite a while." Molly nodded and followed him back onto the open moor. He began sprinting, and she did her best to keep up. But there was no doubt; she was falling behind.

"Ashfur!" She called. "Wait! I…I can't keep up!" He looked behind him to confirm her distance from him. He stopped and waited for her to catch up. When she did, she laid down to catch her breath and rest her aching limbs. "S…sorry. I'm not used to…so much running." Ashfur began washing his fur.

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon. It's just a little longer. Come on." He rose to his paws. And Molly shakily rose to her as well. He kept them going at a fast walk, but did not sprint again. It was a little after noon, or Sunhigh, as the Clan Cats called it, when they reached the house. Molly sighed in relief when she saw it in the distance. She recognized it immediately. Turning to Ashfur, she bowed her head in thanks.

"I really can't tell you how grateful I am for this! Thank you. And thank your Clan and Firestar too." Ashfur nodded and turned away. Molly watched him until he faded from view. She was glad she had decided to leave her door unlocked. She simply had to jump up and pull the handle down.

It proved to be easier said than done.

When she finally did accomplish it however, she raced inside, ignored everything around her, ran to the bed, and promptly fell asleep. She was much too tired to worry about the fact she was a cat at the moment. This was actually pretty good, because when she woke up…

She might get a pleasant surprise.

Thanks for the reviews and the advice! I know I haven't fixed the "Leafpool" thing yet, but I will soon. And I thank whoever told me, (because I forgot who) That Heather is purple; therefore I described Hazelpaw as purple. Apologies, and just pretend she's whatever color she really is. Thank you.

Update: 11/26/11: Hey! I fixed some typos, and finally got that Leafpool description in! I'll be posting the next chapter soon too, so don't worry, and sorry for the wait!