[Brunch]

Nodding quietly towards Geckoleaf, Arctickit rushed towards the stock of herbs that littered the shelves of the den. He nosed through a few piles of leaves before finally deciding on a pile of large foliage; Arctickit wasn't familiar with the terms that Geckoleaf used. The beech leaves hung from his jaws, scents of herbs permeating from the folds of the leaves. Arctickit skidded over to the medicine cat, his eyes flickering with curiosity as he set the leaves down before Geckoleaf, his eyes floating over the wounds of the warrior, a slight shuttered struck him; he was a little squeamish towards the sight of the gore, though tried not to notice it as he asked; "What else do you need me to?" his voice was his normal, high-pitched squeak, his ears flicking, gesturing to Foxtail.