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"Blackberry leaves, Coltsfoot, Feverfew, Marigold, and Poppy seeds," the she-cat meowed gently, green eyes wandering over the collection of herbs they had left. From the look of it the dark furred medicine cat apprentice was worried, and with good reason too, Leafbare was slowly approaching, and with it was always the threat of disease. Hopefully, she and her mentor would go out later in the day to restock the pile. With nothing more to do Dapplepaw tucked the herbs away carefully, checking twice to make sure she hadn't possibly damaged them in any way; that'd be just her luck. Thoughts began to cloud her mind, and with no other duties to perform she succumbed herself to her memories; three small kits paraded proudly around a twoleg's nest, chins tilted and tails stuck straight up, she began to purr upon the realization that it was her littermates and her, back when they had still been kittypets. A nostalgic feeling washed over her and Dapplepaw turned her thoughts to her mother and her chest tightened, she hadn't even been able to say goodbye. However, she was interrupted from her thoughts as a yowl echoed throughout the camp and a second later a tom came bounding in. "Dapplepaw!" She blinked slowly and lifted her head from off her paws, realizing that it was not only one cat that had entered the medicine den, but rather two; the other cat was disfigured, large ugly welts preventing her from recognizing her clanmate. The frantic mew of Flamepelt quickly revealed who it was, "it's Mapleheart! She and I were training when we disturbed a bee's nest. We tried to get away but Mapleheart was too slow and ended up getting stung."

I can see that, Dapplepaw thought sarcastically, but wasted no time in digging out a few blackberry leaves. "Set her down," she mewed gruffly, already set to work on chewing up the leaves into a pulp. Gingerly the older she-cat was placed down, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only proof that she was even still alive. With gentle paws she began to rub the pulp onto the stings, painfully aware of the cautious look Flamepelt gave her and she bit her tongue from saying a rude remark. She knew what she was doing, and definitely knew more about herbs than the tom. "This will help the swelling go down," she found herself explaining, not adding the oh so desired 'mouse brain' to the end of her sentence. Once that was done she grabbed two poppy seeds and by the time she returned, the she cat had opened her eyes, groaning lightly from the pain that most likely racked her body. "Eat these," her paw was thrust forward, revealing the small black seeds, "it'll help with the pain." Without complaint-- thankfully-- the she-cat lapped up the seeds, lying her head down with a sigh of relief. "See!" Not even Starclan could prevent the smug look upon her face as she looked up at Flamepelt, "I know what I'm doing."

Out. Of. Cats: Sorry if it's too long sweatdrop I got a bit carried away.