The autumn air was chilly against Pineberry's fur as she navigated his way through the forest, her paws crunching on the fallen leaves beneath him. The slight breeze whistled around her, filling her nostrils with a myriad of scents. Huffing as dust blew into her eyes, she kept her head low to the ground and continued to scan for herbs. 

The browning leaves, however, were blocking the majority of plants from sight. She'd gathered at the places where she knew certain herbs to grow, but leaf-bare was nearing and it wasn't enough. After a two hours of mindless searching, Pineberry finally threw her head to the sky and groaned. 

"Ugh!" 

"Trouble?" asked a voice lightly behind her. She turned around, eyes flashing in worry, because it wasn't a voice she knew and she hadn't even smelled anyone approaching. 

The cat behind her was a young and handsome gray tabby tom, roughly her age, looking at her with amused blue eyes. Pineberry scowled and fully faced him. "Who are you?" she hissed. "I don't recognize you." 

He stepped forward, and she gasped, her eyes wide. He was shimmering slightly, his gray fur tipped silver, and dotted with stars. He was a StarClan cat. Here to see her! Immediately, her defensive walls faded and she practically melted at the wonder of seeing such a cat. Dipping her head, she addressed him with reverence. "You're from StarClan." 

"Yeah." He had a rather casual tone for such a noble cat, and it was almost funny. Pineberry continued to stare at him, all qualms of finding herbs forgotten. "I'm Gorsefin." 

"I'm--" 

"Pineberry," he finished for her, that smirk growing on his face again. "I know. The medicine cat apprentice of ThistleClan." 

"Wh-- oh, right," Pineberry said sheepishly, dipping her head. "You guys see everything." she cleared her throat, shifting from paw to paw. "So... do you have