Spottedleaf was sniffing at her herbs. She was low on borage and feverfew, and it wouldn't hurt to get some more watermint. The medicine cats mind drifted to her Clan and more importantly, Firepaw. Did she love him? Of course not, she was medicine cat and he was an apprentice. But he was important, especially if he was the subject of a prophesy from StarClan. As she heard a screech rise in the air a scent reached the spotted she-cat and Spottedleaf spun around, her pretty fur starting to bristle. "Let me go," Spottedleaf gasped, unable to raise her voice due to Clawface's paw.