The next sunrise, Moonshine had asked Tulippaw to help her collect herbs, as Cloverpelt couldn't help because she was busy sorting herbs. They padded over to a nearby stream. Moonshine began poking her nose into some flowers.

"This is feverfew," she said. "Good for-"

"Fevers," Tulippaw answered. "I guessed because it was in the name."

"That's right," said Moonshine. "This is a very valuable herb. We'll need a good supply of this." Tulippaw sighed.

"Sometimes I wish I was a medicine cat," she said. Moonshine pricked her silver-tipped ears.

"Really?" she asked.

"I-I just feel that I'm not cut out to be a warrior," explained Tulippaw. "I can't stand the idea of fighting anything, and I'll just get scared when we go into battle."

"I can understand how you feel," said Moonshine. "Medicine cats prefer to heal, not harm. But remember, you're only an apprentice. You've got a lot to learn still. And in time I'm sure you'll become a great warrior."

"I guess," sighed Tulippaw. When the two cats decided they'd gathered enough herbs, they began to head back to their camp. Suddenly, an all-too-familiar scent caught Tulippaw's nose. She froze in horror.

"Moonshine, she hissed. "I think there's a fox nearby." Moonshine stopped.

"Great Starclan, you're right!" She exclaimed. "The scent of these herbs was so strong that I didn't even notice! Come on, we'd better hurry back before-"

It was too late to flee. Just as Moonshine spoke, a fox jumped out from a pile of ferns. Tulippaw instantly remembered this fox as the one who had attacked her the other day. The fox's glittering amber eyes darted from Tulippaw to Moonshine, clearly deciding which cat to execute first. Tulippaw ran away, expecting to hear Moonshine's paw steps with hers. But Moonshine stood still. Tulippaw called back to her.

"Moonshine," she cried. "What are you doing? Run away!"

"A warrior does not run away," Moonshine hissed. "A warrior stands and fights!"

"But you're not a warrior!" Tulippaw called. "You're a medicine cat!"

"Just because I'm a medicine cat doesn't mean I can't fight!" Moonshine shrieked. And with that, she clawed the fox's muzzle. The now infuriated fox growled and snapped its huge jaws at her. Tulippaw froze. She knew she was supposed to help, but fear kept her paws rooted to the ground. It had taken three fully trained warriors to fight one fox. How in the name of Starclan was an apprentice and a medicine cat supposed to battle a fox and walk away still in one piece? "Tulippaw," Moonshine screeched. "Don't just stand there. Help me!" Tulippaw shook away her fears and lunged at the fox, biting its leg. The fox yelped in pain and kicked her away. Tulippaw turned and kept fighting, always avoiding the jaws.
Somehow, miraculously, the two defeated the fox. But then again, despite being a medicine cat, Moonshine was a vicious fighter. The fox stumbled to the ground, whimpering. Moonshine flattened her ears and bared her teeth.

"Are you finished yet, fox?" snarled Moonshine. Tulippaw picked up her feverfew.

"Let's go, Moonshine," she said. Moonshine turned and made as if to leave. Just then, the fox lifted its head and yowled. The pair of cats stopped and turned around.

"W-w-what's it doing?" asked Tulippaw. Just then, two more foxes leapt into the clearing. Tulippaw gulped. Maybe they could fight one fox, but three foxes?

"You wanna fight now?" whimpered Tulippaw.

"No," cried Moonshine. "Run. Run, run, run!" The two cats ran into the forest. Never before had they run so fast in their lives.

"What about the feverfew?" called Tulippaw, for of course they had abandoned their herbs.

"Leave it!" Moonshine snapped. "We'll come back for it at sunhigh!"

"If we're alive at sunhigh!" shrieked Tulippaw. Moonshine led them through the trickiest route to camp, over the rocks on rivers, through bramble thickets, even in tunnels, desperately hoping to lose the foxes. But the foxes followed them through every trail. Clearly, these foxes were desperate to catch them. As they neared the camp, a horrible thought struck Tulippaw like a lightning bolt.

"Moonshine," she wailed. "We can't lead three foxes straight into our camp! Waterpaw and Gingerpaw are training there! They'd be an easy catch for a fox!"

"We have no choice," replied Moonshine. "Just keep running!"