[furrensic]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Shinefang heard a noise in the back of the den and ignored it for a second as he finished settling the comfrey root in his nest in the back of the den. It was doing woefully little to help his joints these days. They seemed to only be getting worse in spite of the warmer weather. He smelled the younger cat before he bothered to turn around, a heather stink that he'd smelled before. When the old tom did turn around, he expected to see the long-furred black tom he'd first gotten to know as the medicine cat of Windclan. Shinefang turned and came closer, stepping into the light from the entrance to his den, so that the younger cat would see his dull, matted, yellow fur, torn ears, scared muzzle, and missing eye. The one remaining, a sharp orange, looked down at the younger cat. "Beepaw, eh?" the old medicine cat replied, "I can help you with that. What do you know so far?"

Beepaws gaze fell on the yellow tom, looking up slightly at the larger. His ears perked at the question, humming quietly. The only herbs he barely knew what they did, well actually it was one. Marigold. The familiar jerb popped up in his mind, pride in his voice as he spoke his next words. "Marigold helps with infections.." he trailed off, narrowing his eyes slightly as he remembered the time Owlpaw came with cracked pads. "And cracked pads?" he added on with a bit of doubt in his tone, hoping that was somewhat correct, as he'd just stuck with the herb he used most times.