Frostfoot and Tumblestar were in the lead as they entered the BoulderClan camp

Frostfoot and Tumblestar were in the lead as they entered the BoulderClan camp. There were instantly hisses and delighted mews. Tumblestar waved his tail as a greeting.

"Frostfoot," rasped Skywing. "How goes CloudClan?"

"Bad," Frostfoot answered instantly. "A kit, the deputy, and the medicine cat have come down with greencough. We're on a mission to find catmint."

Skywing looked aghast, so Frostfoot simply just nodded her head and fallowed Tumblestar to Dewfeather's den.

Dewfeather came into the main part of the den. "Welcome," she meowed, dipping her head to Frostfoot welcomingly.

Frostfoot twitched an ear in hello, then automatically launched into an explanation about why she needed her to travel with them to find catmint.

Dewfeather's crystal-blue eyes shined with curiosity. She was wondering if she should come with the mysterious CloudClan cat.

"I suppose. After all, my mentor journeyed with Fernstar back in her day," meowed Dewfeather, recalling the memory.

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Frostfoot still led the group. Tantail was pressed up against her side as she walked, trying to warm her. Frostfoot glanced back, seeing Whiteleg and Dewfeather talk avidly about something to do with herbs. Turtleshell and Sunpaw were behind them; two sisters, catching up.

They had journeyed long, and were now in VineClan territory, heading towards the VineClan camp. All of the cats' pelts were fluffed up against the icy-cold winds as night began to fall.

Stopping just short of the camp, Frostfoot saw a figure. It stepped forward; it was Robinstar. Her eyes glittered with ferocity.

"Why are you on VineClan territory? I smell BoulderClan and CloudClan," hissed Robinstar. Her claws dug into the snow.

"We come in peace. We are on a mission, and we need Shaggyfur," pleaded Frostfoot. She then launched into the explanation about why she needed the Clan's medicine cat.

Robinstar sighed. "You're Icefrost's daughter, aren't you?" she questioned.

"Yes. She's been exiled." Frostfoot's voiced was tight.

"Come with me." Robinstar asked no more questions.

Soon, night had completely fallen by the time they had reached VineClan's camp. Hisses echoed from all sides; not one was a purr of happiness that they had friends visiting.

Shaggyfur curled his lip and stared coldly at the bunch. "I have patients here who need me. Why should I come with you?"

"To find catmint for all the Clans. That is our mission," Whiteleg meowed simply.

Shaggyfur snarled with submission. "Fine. But only because my Clan matters most." He flicked his tail irritably.

"Of course." Frostfoot nodded her head.

Frostfoot looked around.

"Can we stay here the night?" Dewfeather asked.

"Question Robinstar." Shaggyfur turned his head with disgust.

Whiteleg went to ask, then returned quickly. "She says no. We must leave now, and sleep somewhere else; not on her territory."

"Let's just continue through the night, then," Frostfoot hissed angrily, leading the one-cat-larger group out of the camp.

She bounded along for quite a few minutes before her pace began to slow. She had entered DarkClan territory, and her pelt was squirming.

"Moonhigh. The patrol will be out soon," noted Dewfeather, sniffing the air. "I think I actually smell them now."