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Snowkit pointed her nose toward the fern tunnel. “So you must be.”
    The tom sat down. “How do you know I wasn’t just visiting Goosefeather?” he sniffed.
    “Then we’d have seen you go in!” Snowkit answered. “We’ve been sitting here for ages .”
    “Really?” Goosefeather looked at Moonflower.
    Moonflower’s tail flicked.
    Bluekit sniffed the medicine cat. “You smell like Featherwhisker.” The tang of strange plants clung to his pelt along with the scent of musty bedding. “He says you know the name of every herb in the forest.”
    “I do.” Goosefeather began washing his face.
    Snowkit pushed past her. “ Mumblefoot says you—”
    “Let’s not worry about what Mumblefoot says,” Moonflower silenced her daughter.
    Goosefeather stopped washing, his eyes twinkling. “I’m always curious about anything Mumblefoot has to say.”
    Bluekit weaved around her sister, drawing her tail across Snowkit’s mouth. “He says you go out picking herbs nearly every day,” she mewed.
    A purr rumbled in Goosefeather’s throat. “This one’s smart.”
    “ I am, too!” Snowkit insisted.
    “Of course!” Goosefeather’s whiskers twitched. “You’re Moonflower’s kit, and she’s the smartest cat I know.” His gaze flicked briefly to Stormtail. “About most things, anyway.” He rolled onto his back and began rubbing his shoulders against the warm, rough earth. “It’s good to see newleaf again.”
    Bluekit liked this tom. He was funny and friendly. She was glad they were kin.
    “What else do you do?” Snowkit asked eagerly.
    Goosefeather sat up and smoothed his whiskers with a paw. “Apart from keeping the whole Clan healthy?”
    Bluekit heard her mother sigh. Wasn’t she proud of her littermate?
    “I interpret signs from StarClan,” Goosefeather went on.
    Bluekit pricked her ears. “What sort of signs?”
    Goosefeather shrugged. “The clouds, for example.”
    Bluekit scrunched her eyes and looked up. The bright blue sky was encircled by trees and flecked with soft white clouds scudding fast overhead.
    Goosefeather cleared his throat. “I can tell just by looking that StarClan sees kits hurrying toward becoming ’paws.”
    A mottled tabby tom, padding by, glanced sideways at the medicine cat.
    Goosefeather nodded at the tom. “Hello, Adderfang.”
    “ Another prophecy?” Adderfang meowed archly.
    Bluekit blinked at the warrior. Didn’t he believe in prophecies?
    Snowkit could hardly keep her paws still. “Kits becoming ’paws? Does that mean us?”
    “It might,” Goosefeather meowed.
    Adderfang snorted as he padded away.
    Bluekit tilted her head. “How do you know StarClan means the message for you and not some other Clan?”
    “It comes with experience.” Goosefeather turned his muzzle toward the fern tunnel. “Do you want to see the medicine den?”
    Bluekit plucked at the ground. “Oh, yes, please!” It was the one part of the camp she hadn’t seen yet.
    “Moonflower!” Pinestar called to the queen.
    “Coming!” Moonflower glanced around uncertainly at Goosefeather. “Can you manage these two by yourself for a moment?”
    We don’t need managing! Bluekit thought indignantly.
    “Of course,” Goosefeather meowed.
    As Moonflower headed away to join Stormtail and Pinestar, Goosefeather led Bluekit and Snowkit through the cool green tunnel of ferns and into a grassy clearing with a smallpool at one edge. The tang of herbs filled the air, and the grass was specked with stray bits of leaves that Bluekit didn’t recognize. Ferns closed in on every side except for one where a tall rock stood, split down the middle by a crack wide enough for a cat to make its den inside.
    A croaking mew called from an opening in the ferns.
    “Smallear is recovering from an adder bite,” Goosefeather explained as he padded toward the patient hidden inside the soft green walls. “Luckily it was a small adder, but it’ll be another day or two before the poison’s out of his system.” He