Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be. {{ f e s s y

Herb-hunting had ben too much in this she-cats mind that she hadn't even took the time to see where she was. All she had colected so far was burdock, borage, tansy, and some catnip. Swanpaw didn't smell the familiar scents of Shadowclan, but instead, it was windclan. Looking up, the she-cat saw that she had crossed into windclan territory. How had she done that? The she-cat looked around, hoping no one had been watching her the whole time. When she went to turn around, all of the herbs Swanpaw had been carrying went everywhere. Oh no! the voice inside of her head spoke to her. Swanpaw hadn't been so smart these last couple of days, and she hated that. Ever since Bramblepaw wasn't around, Swanpaw had to do almost everything. Looking at all of her herbs, she sighed. The flame point hated the fact that most of the herbs had crumbled or didn't come to use no more. Looking around, she wished she could get some help by someone nice.