Author's Note- Hiya again!

"Ah, I see you've found one exit." Fallingheart came up behind me, "But for now let's use the front."

Hmph! You could have led me out! I follow Fallingheart as she leads me out into the forest. Oh wow oh wow oh wow! This is soo cool! As we walked I had to look at everything. Cool bush! Cool tree! Oh a bramble, it looks so wild! Oh look at that fern! Oh look at that tree!

"Ouch!" ok don't look at the tree.

"Don't tell me you're done exploring already?" Fallingheart purred with amusment.

"Nope!" best not let her spoil my first time out of camp!

"Ok, it's just up here, near the border." she still seemed amused by my blunder. Oh yeah? I bet you ran into a tree on your first day too!

"Smell that?" Fallingheart sounded...like Fallingheart, again.

"What?" as soon as I said it the scent hit me. Ugh! What is that? It was like rotten, dying, infected, uh, guts.

"That. It's the RavenClan border." she padded up to where the scent was strongest, "They live just beyond this point."

"Yes, we do."

I jumped. I'd never heard a voice so cold, cruel and heartless as that one before. Uhk! He smells like crow-food! He must be RavenClan!

"And you best not cross the border." a scraggly black tom padded up to the border, his fur unkept and his eyes blood-shot, "If you know what's good for you."

I stood there, stuck to the ground. He was hideous! Ugh! And his breath stinks like a badger's behind!

"We weren't going to Clawtooth. We're just here for herbs." Fallingheart's voice was as cold as ice, here eyes hard. Are RavenClan cats that bad that even the medicine cats hate them?

"Who's the scrawny little kit?" Clawtooth spat.

"I'm not a kit!" anger pulsed through me. Who does he think he is? Insulting a medicine cat like that! Insulting any cat like that!

"Calm, now. This is Moonpaw. She is my new apprentice." Fallingheart seemed to sense the anger I had at being called a kit. Thanks!

With a flick of her tail, Fallingheart turned back to me, then stalked over to a plant growing at the base of a tree. It was borage. Thank Starclan! We don't have to listen to him anymore! I followed my new mentor.

"Bite the leaf off at the base, be careful not to harm the plant's stem, like this." she carefully bit one fuzzy leaf from the plant. Oh, I'm afriad I'll mess up! Can't you do all the gathering?

"Come on, try it." Fallingheart encouraged. Um, no thanks?

I slowly bit down on one of the leaves, right next to the stem. Please StarClan don't let me kill the plant! Carefully I pulleed back. The leaf came off.

"Great! See, not as hard as you think, is it?" releif swept over me as I was told that I did it right. Whew!

"Let's gather some more here, then look for some burdock, Ok?" her suggestion relieved me and worried me at the same time.

I bit down on a few more leaves, only one of which ripped. Fallingheart said it would work just as well ripped as not ripped. That helps, a bunch!

"Well, this should be enough borage for a little while. Why don't we move onto burdock root now?" Fallingheart pulled her head away from the plant; only about half it's leaves still there.

"Um, do we have to?" I was really worried about having to collect another herb that has a different way to gather it. Oh no! I'll forget how to collect each herb! I'll get them mixed-up.

"Nervous? It's easy!" her voice was filled with amusment again. She pranced off into the trees.

"For you! You've been doing this all your life!" I raced after her, irritated but amused.

Fallingheart hadn't run off too far, it was easy to follow her scent. I slowed to a walk. The forest was amazing! So full of sounds, and scents, and life! I felt so free!

Crunch! Russle!

A nearby leaf moved. I froze. Mouse! I may not be a warrior, or even a warrior's apprentice, but I can at least try! Remembering what Driftpaw had shown Thornkit that one time, I crouched. Carefully I began to crawl toward the mouse.

Snap!

Mouse dung! The mouse glanced up and raced into the bushes. Come back! I ran after it. When I got through the bush the mouse was gone. Oh well.

Author's Note- Ahh, not quite a hunter is she? Maybe Sandpaw will be the hunter of the family! Or maybe even Thistlepaw, if he can keep his paws out of trouble. Thanks for reading now PLEASE review!