Author's Note: Geez, the last time I did an author's note, I was still writing in the trilogy of Fallenstar. Anyway, I wanted to thank EVERYONE who continually gives kind reviews to me and encourages me to keep going! Reading a review that someone says is enjoying the story or thinks it's beautiful, I want to hug them so much! Thank you so much for the kindness you keep giving me and to Moonpaw. I can not express my gratitude with just black and white words on a screen. 3

"This is really bad…" Wasppaw muttered to Moonpaw absentmindedly. "Stonedust never should have taken you out for training."

Moonpaw huffs and looks outside to see Fruitpaw, Smokepaw, and Fishpaw bragging about their exploits. She looks back to Wasppaw. She lightly chuckles. "So many apprentices."

He nodded. "I think Acornpaw and his siblings are going to become warriors soon."

"When will you be a full medicine cat?" She asked her friend.

Wasppaw went quiet. "I'm not sure. Medicine cat training usually takes a bit longer than warrior training." He smiled. "At least the herbs will be growing back this newleaf, and that's considerably soon. I'm tired of bending over backwards just to borrow some from EarthClan, they act like I'm in their debt for life." He blinked and looked at Moonpaw who was patiently listening. The tom's eartips flushed red and he looked away. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling so badly right now! You probably want to know your status of your illness?"

Moonpaw nodded and then explosively sneeded. Wasppaw furrowed his brow. This is bad, she's terribly sick. At least Sparrowfeather and Minnowfin are already out of the den, they just need to come back every so often for another dose of ashitaba or honeysuckle. The tabby looked behind him to the sickness herbs pile. Only a few Ashitaba leaves remained, and they were completely out of honeysuckle. And unfortunately for Wasppaw, Seedthorn went to the StarClan Stones for more meditation, or so his mentor told him.

He grimaced as he took a glance outside, the rain pattering onto the already-soaked earth. Monsoon season was always the worst, herbs were being drowned out and cats were likely to get sick. Without Seedthorn to help him, it was very difficult to gather the herbs he needed in preparation for the rainy days.

Wasppaw fluffed out Moonpaw's bedding and swallowed hard. "Moonpaw, do you think you can handle yourself for a little bit? I have to go over to EarthClan for more herbs."

The she-cat sneezed and then nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"Before I go," he picked up a few Ashitaba leaves and set them in front of her. "Please eat those and get plenty of rest."

"Understood, Wasppaw." Moonpaw meowed before lowering her head to begin munching on the leaves.

"I'll be back soon, I promise."

Moonpaw flicked her tail in amusement. "I'm not going to die while you're out getting herbs."

Wasppaw chuckled and then got out of his den, rain quickly dampening his golden fur into a dull brown.

Softpaw raised her sleepy head from the apprentice den. "Wasppaw, is Seedthorn back yet?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, your muzzle will have to wait a bit longer."

Iceflank, who was adding reinforcements to the warrior den hissed at his apprentice. "Maybe you shouldn't have been sticking your face in nettles where it doesn't belong."

Softpaw huffed and lowered her head to resume sleeping while tenderly rubbing her nose with a snowy white paw.

Wasppaw raised his head to Gullstar, who was speaking to Stonedust about what to do for patrols. "Gullstar, I'm heading out for more herbs."

Gullstar cringed for a moment. "Please be careful, Wasppaw. I'm not sure how much longer Ginkoshine would be willing to let you borrow her herbs." She narrowed her eyes, thinking. "Perhaps you should have a warrior escort in case things go nasty."

"I've been fine on my own, besides, I don't want any more sick cats in my den."

"Understood." Gullstar dipped her head. "May StarClan be with you."

Wasppaw nodded in return. "In turn for you, my leader."

He then left the camp, his fur becoming soaked by the tall plants dripping in water, forcing him to shake his pelt every now and then in a poor attempt to rid of much water as possible. The terrain went from soft and steadily to rocky, hurting his soft and babied paws. He always hated climbing his way to EarthClan camp.

The slope began to get steeper, and the trees were beginning to get thicker, covering him in near darkness. He sighed in relief, the rain not hitting him as consistently. At least the canopy can shield me. He thought gratefully to himself.

"Intruders! It's MortalClan!" Said the high pitched voice of an apprentice up ahead.

An older, more mature voice sighed at the younger one. "For one thing, that's HavenClan's scent. Another, it's just Wasppaw coming back for herbs."

Wasppaw stood still and waited for the cats to emerge from the underbrush, but rather they came from the sky. When the two lanky cats stood in front of him, it became apparent that they were hiding in the trees instead."

There was a tortoiseshell apprentice with bristling hackles, and she had likely just become an apprentice a few days ago. The older cat, likely her mentor, was ginger and white with heavily fluffy fur. His eyes folded into a stern expression. "Wasppaw, I assume you need more herbs?"

He nodded.

"Well, there's nothing more for you here." The ginger tom hissed at the younger cat. "Ginkoshine has verified that you are no longer welcome here."

Wasppaw fluffed out his fur and tried very hard to keep his hackles in line. "I want to hear this from her."

"Fine, we'll bring her to you." The tom mewed. He faced his apprentice. "Carrotpaw, bring Ginkoshine here."

"Yes, sir!" The tortoiseshell darted off, leaving him facing the medicine cat apprentice of HavenClan.

In an attempt to make small talk, he asked, "Is she your apprentice?"

"Yes, she just became one about a quarter moon ago, and she is certainly a spitfire." He chuckled. "Any new kits coming for your Clan?"

"Oakwish is pregnant." Wasppaw meowed happily, glad that the cat wasn't as thorny as he was earlier. "But no one knows who the father is."

"She doesn't have to tell." The tom meowed. "Anyway, I don't know if we met. Emberfrond. And I already know your name."

"She's here!" Mewed Carrotpaw, quickly taking her position back next to her mentor. Ginkoshine blinked curiously at the small apprentice. "Well? Tell her what you told us!" The apprentice insisted.

The fluffy gray she-cat nervously looked away. "I'm… sorry, Wasppaw. We cannot spare any more herbs. Not only that, but StarClan has contacted me, telling me that EarthClan must stand alone if it is to survive the monsoon season."

But… StarClan told me that I must rely on EarthClan if HavenClan is to survive!

Despite his intrusive thoughts, he mournfully dipped his head to the other medicine cat. "I am sorry for hear that, Ginkoshine. But I believe I understand. Best of luck to your Clan."

"And to yours, Wasppaw." Ginkoshine said sadly. "And… And I'm sorry about what's happening to Seedthorn. Is he going to be okay?"

Wasppaw wanted so desperately to say yes, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He slowly shook his head. "I don't know. But thank you for your concern. I will take my leave now."

The fear began to crawl up as his throat as he walked away from the sullen group of EarthClan cats. How was he supposed to help Moonpaw? He would need the wisdom of StarClan. He headed down the hill toward the StarClan stones until he spotted Seedthorn quietly meditating.

Wasppaw sat down next to him and shut his eyes, preparing himself for a vision from StarClan.

It was quiet and blank darkness for a while until a shining silhouette showed up in the darkness, the light progressively exploding to show more of StarClan's brilliance. The ground was a dusty white, and trees were gently swaying in the breeze. Wasppaw tilted his head up to see a giant blue ball in the sky. That sight always startled him, but he still composed himself.

He cleared his throat and spoke, "StarClan, I need help."

The figure turned into the sleek, sparkling golden tabby form of Honeybee. Wasppaw sighed in relief. "Thank you for appearing to me, Honeybee."

"Of course." The she-cat purred. "What appears to be wrong, Wasppaw?"

Wasppaw shuffled his paws. "A lot of things. Seedthorn has gone mad and it's the monsoon season, many cats are sick and I'm out of herbs for illness. I know you told me to ask EarthClan for help, but Ginkoshine won't help me anymore, she said that her Clan needs to stand alone."

The she-cat hummed to herself, thinking. "I see… I thought perhaps they would be more generous. And how strange that another StarClan cat would tell EarthClan something entirely different from what we compromised on. I wonder if anyone is up to this… anyway, I'll talk to Licoricefur and tell him to send a message to MortalClan to spare their herbs."

"Oh, Honeybee, thank you so much!" Then he paused. "H-How's Goldenfoot?"

Honeybee smiled. "I think he would like to see you."

A billowing of mist suddenly emerged and formed into the shape of Goldenfoot. He looked almost exactly like Honeybee, except he was much bulkier. The tom smiled at his son. "Wasppaw, you are doing excellent, thus far. I am so proud of you."

"Th-Thank you, Father! It means a lot to hear you say that." Wasppaw held back his tears of joy seeing his father standing right in front of him. He blinked and then stood still. "I..." he suddenly remembered how ill Moonpaw was back at camp. "I have to go help Moonpaw!"

"Then go, my son." Goldenfoot said softly. "Save her."