It was getting closer to dusk, the sun was falling creating with it a vivid pallet of oranges and links. Leopardclaw was out gathering herbs, alone usual. He preferred it this way as it allowed him space to think and relax after the rustle and bustle of camp. He knew he was getting close to Stormclan's border, but there was an area just within his side of the borders that provided excellent mint. It was along the stream that ran down the border. After picking up as much mint as he could comfortably carry in his mouth he began to walk back. With a mouthful of mint his nose was virtually useless. Leopardclaw had unknowingly crossed into stormclan territory, it was getting darker so he couldn't quite see the land markers very well.