The leader was patrolling the clan border for herbs: it was only fair to Jayfeather and Alderheart, they were running out. He stopped, tail pricked in joy as he nosed through a patch of grass to find a collection of yellow flowers- ragwort, perhaps? Nonetheless, he plucked them and began trotting back to the camp when he stopped. Bramblestar turned around, scanning the forest when his gaze set fiercely on a dog-rose bush. Behind it, you were.