A moon had passed since the battle with ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan. Snowpaw was able to talk to Sandpaw that night, and they have been seeing each other for most of the nights since. Snowpaw's relationship with Cloverpaw has been becoming weaker and weaker, and same with Windstar. Both Windstar and Thunderstar are healthy, with Windstar at seven lives, and Thunderstar with eight lives.

"Windstar, I caught a rabbit." She told her leader after a hunting trip by herself, since Windstar had been teaching Snowpaw a new move.

Windstar stared at the apprentice. "Just one rabbit? That isn't good enough, go get more."

The hazel brown she-cat dropped it in the prey pile. "It's getting into leafbare, there is barely anything out there, you should appreciate the fact that I was lucky enough to get it..."

Windstar growled. "I don't care how sad or sick you are, or how dark it is, or what flipping season it is! A true warrior can find prey at any point of the day. Now go find something more, before I say it again, rat." He hissed, and pushed her.

Cloverpaw got pushed to the ground. Ouch... She said. She looked at Snowpaw, who seemed as if she was about to laugh. Cloverpaw ran back into the valleys. She couldn't live like this anymore, she didn't want to fight, she didn't want to be under Windstar's control anymore. She spent the rest of the day hunting. The apprentice caught two more rabbits, which was Windstar's minimum standard for the day.

He didn't even hunt at all... Cloverpaw thought to herself.

"Anyways apprentices, you should go to sleep. Night now." He said.

Snowpaw smiled. "Goodnight, Windstar!" The she-cat then ran to the Apprentice's den. Cloverpaw flicked her tail and walked off.

Windstar went in his den and quickly fell asleep.

As for Snowpaw and Cloverpaw, they began to talk.

"Don't you just love WindClan? And Windstar? Also, who couldn't love training to become a warrior in the best Clan ever, with the bestest friends ever!" Snowpaw smiled.

Yeah, bestest friends ever, I see you are talking about Windstar. What is so special about him? Cloverpaw thought. He's just a rude old cat, but Snowpaw can't see that.

"Uhm, yeah." Cloverpaw said, grinning a little.

Snowpaw smiled. "I'm glad you feel the same."

"Actually, Snowpaw?" Cloverpaw asked, taking a big breath.

The white she-cat looked at her friend. "Yeah, Cloverpaw?"

"How would you feel if I wanted to become a medicine cat?"

The white apprentice gasped. "You don't want to, do you? We promised a long time ago we'd always fight together, side by side. That would ruin everything, Cloverpaw."

The hazel brown apprentice sighed. "It just seems like Windstar doesn't like me. I think he thinks I'm to soft, and also, I'd really like to be a medicine cat, it seems pretty cool."

Snowpaw growled. "Whatever, Cloverpaw. Just realize, if you choose the path of a soft medicine cat, then it'll ruin one of the best teams ever." She hissed turning to the other side, so she was facing the wall of the den.

Cloverpaw sighed. "I'm sorry..."

Snowpaw rolled her eyes. "Yeah."

Cloverpaw felt really bad for destroying Snowpaw's hopes like that. What else would I have said? She thought to herself.

Cloverpaw drifted to a sleep.

"Hello, Cloverpaw." A cat whispered.

The she-cat gasped. A starry figure was in front of her. Where was she? What do I say? Cloverpaw asked herself.

"Hi."

"Do you know who I am?"

The hazel brown apprentice shook her head. "No, I'm sorry." It seems like I've been sorry for a lot of things lately...

"It's okay, Cloverpaw. You've heard of me before. My name is Silverpelt. Guardian of the Skies and the Clans."

Cloverpaw smiled. "Silverpelt? You came to visit me?"

The starry figure nodded. "Of course!"

Cloverpaw felt very special for some reason. "Why?"

Silverpelt sat down. "I see you don't like being a warrior, and that you'd like to be a medicine cat." She told the she-cat. "I promise you, things will go better in your future, but for that, you need to learn everything in becoming a medicine cat." She told the apprentice.

Cloverpaw nodded. "So it'll basically be that I'm your medicine cat apprentice?"

Silverpelt chuckled. "Sure, we can call it that. But you cannot tell anyone in your Clan. Be careful with who you trust, Cloverpaw."

The apprentice said, "Okay."
"Let's start with a poppy seed." The she-cat said. She pulled one in front of her. "This helps a cat sleep, soothe shock or distress, or ease pain."

"Okay, so if a cat needed to sleep, or if a cat was in shock, or if a cat was in pain?" Cloverpaw asked.

Silverpelt nodded. "Define to me, what kind of pain, do you think?"

Cloverpaw thought. "Battle wounds, or, if a queen is having belly pains?"

"Good. Just don't give too much of these to a queen though, it'd be bad if they were asleep during labor."

Cloverpaw nodded.

"Taste one, Cloverpaw. How does it feel?"

Cloverpaw took it and swallowed it. "Ew, it tastes gross!"

Silverpelt smiled. "Okay."

The hazel brown she-cat growled. "That wasn't funny!"

"Now, for yarrow." She said. Silverpelt pulled up some yarrow in front of her. "Yarrow gets put on cats in a special way." She started. Silverpelt started to chew the yarrow into a poultice, then laid it out in front of Cloverpaw to see. "This yarrow poultice can get poison out of wounds, make a cat vomit, and/or soften and heal cracked pads."

Cloverpaw's eyes widened. "Woah, that's a lot of usages." She told Silverpelt. This is just the start, how will I learn it all? She thought to herself.

"Indeed."

"Why would a cat want to vomit?"

"A bellyache, of course. You'd want to make sure that they don't eat for the rest of the day, but have lots of water." Silverpelt told her.

The she-cat nodded.

"Would you like to try putting yarrow into a poultice?" The starry cat asked her.

Cloverpaw nodded as she took one of the pieces of yarrow and started to chew it. She then laid it out next to Silverpelt's. "That tastes disgusting."

Silverpelt grinned a little. "Most of the herbs taste disgusting, Cloverpaw."

Cloverpaw sighed. "It'll take forever for me to learn all of these herbs and diseases, and I only have the time of learning at night!"

Silverpelt sighed. "I do have one way, but I don't know what is going to happen. I can transfer all of the things you need to know to you, but when you have an apprentice, you'll have to teach them everything."

Silverpelt and Cloverpaw touched noses. They both closed their eyes, and Silverpelt said a little ancient rhyme. If any cat were to be right there, they'd see how Cloverpaw turned starry as well, and wind came from Silverpelt and entered Cloverpaw. Wind soon started to go around them like a windstorm as they started to fly into the air. They let go of touching noses. They opened their eyes as well. Both of their eyes were filled with a white light, you could see nothing else. They each took a big breath, and soon, went back to normal. Cloverpaw looked at herself. "I know...everything."

"What do you help a fever with?" Silverpelt asked.

"Feverfew, borage or lavender." Cloverpaw responded.

"Whitecough and Greencough?"

"Catmint."

The cats discussed many more sicknesses, injuries, and "What does this herb do?"

Silverpelt smiled at the apprentice. "Good, Cloverpaw. I am proud of you. Now, wake up." Silverpelt said, as she quickly ran off.

Cloverpaw awoken, and saw the sun rise. Good morning. She smiled and purred.