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stocks of comfrey are running low and we should gather more while the plants are still growing. I used most of our cobwebs on Rushpaw’s cut when he fell off that tree trunk, so we need to stock up on those, too.”
    Mistystar recalled Willowshine’s offer to come to the Moonpool with her, and she felt her stomach churn as she realized Mothwing’s apprentice must know the truth about her mentor’s lack of faith. There was such a large part of her training that could never come from Mothwing. Had Willowshine spoken to the other medicine cats about it? Mistystar pushed herself to her paws, feeling every one of her seasons as she stretched her spine. She padded out of her den just as Willowshine was making for the entrance to the camp.
    â€œWait, Willowshine! I’ll come with you!”
    The medicine cat turned, looking surprised. “Er, okay, Mistystar.”
    Mistystar saw Mothwing watching them from the far side of the clearing. The golden cat’s expression was impossible to read. Was she afraid of what Willowshine might say, or was she relieved that the truth was out? Mistystar ducked through the gap in the bushes and fell in beside Willowshine as they pushed their way through the dripping ferns.
    â€œYuck!” squeaked Willowshine as a leaf spilled sparkling raindrops onto her neck fur.
    â€œWe need the rain,” Mistystar reminded her, swerving to avoid a particularly wet-looking clump of stalks.
    â€œCouldn’t it fall at night, and let us stay dry during the day?” Willowshine complained, half joking, as she shook her pelt.
    â€œPerhaps you should put in a request to StarClan,” Mistystar teased back.
    Willowshine was negotiating a prickly tendril that lay across the path. “I’ll try,” she replied, sounding amused.
    â€œSo, how’s the training going?” Mistystar asked, hoping that her question didn’t sound forced.
    Willowshine swerved to avoid a puddle. “It’s great,” she mewed. “Mothwing’s teaching me how to combine herbs to make them more effective. She knows so much about plants! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to learn it all.”
    â€œI’m sure you will,” Mistystar meowed. “What about the . . . the StarClan side of your duties? Has she taught you about that, too?”
    Mistystar had drawn level with Willowshine now, so she could see the little cat blink and look away. “Mothwing is the best mentor I would wish for,” she replied.
    Her evasive answer spoke volumes to Mistystar. She knows that Mothwing doesn’t believe in StarClan! For a moment, Mistystar was torn. She didn’t want to challenge Willowshine’s loyalty and respect for her mentor, but how could they ignore the fact that Mothwing could not fulfill all her medicine cat duties? Mistystar stopped and turned to face Willowshine.
    â€œI know the truth,” she mewed. “Mothwing didn’t come with me to StarClan when I received my nine lives. That’s why you offered to come, isn’t it?”
    Willowshine nodded, her blue eyes full of pain. “It’s not Mothwing’s fault! She’s the best medicine cat RiverClan could have!”
    â€œBut what about visiting the Moonpool, sharing tongues with StarClan, recognizing signs from our ancestors? Those are all part of a medicine cat’s responsibilities,” Mistystar pointed out.
    â€œI can take care of those!” Willowshine insisted. She rolled a piece of fern under her front paw. “When I started training, Leafpool visited me in my dreams. She helped me learn the things that Mothwing couldn’t teach me. I know enough to help; I promise!”
    Mistystar shook her head. “I’m sure you do, little one. But you are too young to carry all that responsibility alone. Mothwing should have said something long before we got this far.”
    Willowshine’s fur fluffed up and she opened her mouth to