[Estelle]

A purr rumbled deep within the kitten’s throat as she felt Springy fix some of her long wayward fur, eyes squinting with happiness at her response. A bright smile was plastered across her face, returning Springy’s affection with glee – it had been some time since she last spoke to the medicine cat, and Poppypaw had failed to take proper notice of the new (or not so new) speech impediment, though it wasn’t as if she minded. It made them more similar, if anything.

Happy with her big sister at her side, little Poppypaw snuggled close to Springy’s side, head resting against the feline if she allowed, excited to be learning some things from Springlight.
“Poppy learn!”
She exclaimed giddily, wobbling a little in place as her paws tapped the ground with excitement.

Her eyes focused on the herbs Springy had gathered around, an audible and excited gasp leaving her maw as she heard the word ‘Poppy’seeds and ‘Poppy’ flower, round eyes widening and curled ears twitching with excitement. That was her! Poppy was Poppy! Looking towards her sister with excitement, Poppypaw didn’t yet speak as the medicine cat began explaining further. The little one, she could barely contain her excitement.

Her eyes fell across each herb – the marigold, the cobwebs and the poppy flower – noting it’s use to treat the injured and numb pain; she wondered which did what. Ears flicking at the description of yellow bells – bushes of bell-like yellow flowers – she looked towards Springlight, blinking curiously as she mentioned clotting… Blood, when mixed with marigold. How peculiar.

Her eyes fell on the orange flower, which was apparently the aforementioned marigold! So, it likes water, noted – Poppypaw took this very seriously – and it prevents infections, ooohh!! Is that the nasty smelling stuff? Hm, and it treated infections; applied in a poultice… What was that? It sounded goopy. Oh! And it didn’t like leaf-bare!! What a shame, the snow was so fun though!! Or at least, she thought. She spent most of leaf-bare sick with Springy and Frizzy. And it sounded like those yellowbells are similar to marigold, hmmmm.

Her eyes now fell on the funny looking cobwebs, whiskers twitching. Ohhhh, you used them to cover wounds to stop the red from flowing? Oh!! That was good!! So, so, so. It needs to be refreshed often but, but!! You can’t remove the lowest layer or it’ll hurt, mhm. So, so, cobwebs liked trees, trunks, dark, dewy mornings… Poppy liked those too, dewy mornings! At least, when they don’t make her sneeze. Ew, ew!! Cobwebs can bite, spiders?? Hm, gotta use the sticks to avoid being bitten by the cobwebs!! However that worked.

Oh, oh! Then that meant, that meant!! Her eyes fell on the red flower.
“Poppy!!”
Poppy exclaimed, smiling up at Springy at her deduction, like her name! Hehe. The flower had little seeds and are everywhere with sun (because it liked sun, like many flowers!) and the seeds sleep inside the middle of the flower (must be comfy…) in big numbers and the seeds take away pain and shock and make sleepy! Oh, oh, that’s nice, that’s nice! Poppypaw liked that, mhm. Oh, oh, but more than two is bad, very bad! Poppypaw visibly grimaced at the mention of killing, or harming mumzie’s and kitties. That was bad!

“Springy! Springy! The yellowbells are like mari..gold?”