New-leaf was upon them. Above head, the tunnels spread into a glorious, sun-filled room that was affectionately referred to as 'The Garden.' The sunlight that filtered through the cracks dappled the many mosses and herbs that many guiders in the early days spent moons of hard work on to get them to grow. All around, cats milled in and out. Cadets tended to the sick alongside the older cats and there were a few that cleared out the old storage to make room for the new. Although they were underground, a few trills of bird song could be heard if you listened closely. A little cocoa and white tom hummed along to their tunes. His blissful personality was known to be contagious and laughter a form of medicine. The Guider Superior, Meepo, was a cat that could not be mistaken for anyone else, mostly because he left a trail of herbs everywhere he went.

"I know I left them somewhere near here." He thought out loud as he peered between the fronds and bushes. Earlier that morning he had taken care of a rat bite on Beryl's leg and forgot to carry his borage back with him. Oops.