"..Do you still need help?" Goosefeather, who had just completed his training a couple of moons ago, squeezed into the medicine cats' den, clutching the fresh, fragrant herbs he had gathered in his teeth.

Because of his strange behavior, which appeared after he began to receive endless visions from StarClan, the ThunderClan cats avoided Goosefeather, believing that the poor tom had simply gone mad.

Kits and apprentices often mocked him, provoking him to be rude to them, and the warriors treated the medicine cat with noticeable disdain. Goosefeather could rightfully be considered a true outcast of the entire ThunderClan.

Even his sister, Moonflower, tried to avoid him as much as possible, busy trying to show herself as best she could in the eyes of the Stormtail — the same Stormtail, who had often teased poor Goosefeather since he was a kit.

The only one who didn't think Goosefeather was crazy was you, his mentor and medicine cat of ThunderClan, who knew how hard he coped with his burden of being chosen by StarClan. He couldn't tell anyone else about the omens he was receiving. Other cats would never understand him.

You've become his only friend. The first cat that didn't look at him with disapproval.

Goosefeather went further into the den, releasing the herbs he brought from his teeth and putting them aside, quietly watching you sort through the supplies, putting dried, useless plants in a separate pile.

"I picked tansy, catmint and juniper berries, as you asked."