| Lightningpaw |
Stuck inside the herb storage, Lightningpaw muttered under her breath. One of the patrols had taken it upon themselves to bring in the herbs themselves, and while she was grateful for the forethought, she. Liked. Her. Herbs. Where. They. Went.
Taking a deep breath, the medicine cat apprentice struggled to calm herself. She was obviously getting a little restless. She'd barely left the den the past few days. Stuck inside once more, memorizing herbs, trying to find something... anything, really, to heal Milkpaw's cough. The oriental calico was certain that if she could find a cure for him, she could find a cure for many other felines in the camp that had suffered from breathing problems due to the fire. And if none were doing as bad as Milkpaw? Well, she would have knowledge for the future. Knowledge she would hopefully never need, but it was best to have it and never use it than need it and having never known what could help.
Large, white ears perked up as a voice carried over, softly, towards the herb storage. It was a familiar voice, and the young molly pressed forward, curious as to who it had been. Upon reaching the entrance to the den, she found her mentor already there, giving their visitors a quiet look. Almond shaped eyes softened slightly as she noticed a familiar face with a young kit with her. No doubt Leafpelt's sole kit had managed to make it through the moon, his eyes and ears now open as he lay besides his mother. The queen hadn't seemed very eager for her help the last time, despite her weakened condition, and Lightningpaw couldn't help but wonder if there had been some more complications despite the seemingly healthy kit before them now.
"Alright there, Leafpelt? I see your kit is doing well. What's your name, eh love?" Lightningpaw mewed as she walked over besides her mentor, the greeting just as much for Cowtuft's sake as it was for the queen's. Turning towards the black and white tom, she added an explanation, hoping the medicine cat remembered her report. It had been about a moon, judging by the kit's age. Time certainly seemed to fly...
"This here is Leafpelt. The queen that gave birth in the clearing. Had three kits, only this little one made it."
Lightningpaw kept her voice low, in a whisper for only Cowtuft to hear. She did not mind Leafpelt hearing an explanation of what had happened. The queen had been there. The kit, however, did not need to hear such horrible things at such a young age. Lightningpaw's own journey through that rabbit hole had begun at a similar age, and she sometimes felt like she still hadn't reached the finale of that fall.
Upon hearing the mostly ginger tortie speak, the younger tortie and white turned curious eyes upon the little tom, noticing the leg's growth. Curiosity and concern crossed her gaze, realizing she'd never seen something like this before. She certainly hoped the little one hadn't experienced any pain because of it. With her lack of experience on the topic, however, Lightningpaw remained uncharacteristically quiet. She would follow Cowtuft's lead gladly on this. No need to hurt the kit or make a wrong call over something perhaps easily solved or which needed no solving at all!
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Light000 [Leafpelt - Mintkit]