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@AbsurdJinx @Alphafury (sorry for the late reply! :c)

The flash of a warmth feeling when Juniperpaw looked pleased to see her was interrupted by the urgency to treat the kit. The warrior was glad that the medicine cat seemed to like her. She was aware that things between the young apprentice and Geckoleaf were... awkward, for lack of a better word. Mistfall had been with the former medicine cat when they witnessed Cricketpaw's murder. She knew how much the death of the apprentice had shaken and affect Geckoleaf, making sure that she would never fully recover. The grey and white molly had been present during Juniperpaw's ceremony, she had witnessed and noted Geckoleaf's and Russetstar's expressions during the time. She felt bad for the two, having to replace somebody that they held so dear to their hearts and had loved - Russetstar had lost a daughter, and Geckoleaf and viewed her as her own daughter as well. But still... Mistfall knew that it also was not fair on Juniperpaw. Having to strive for Geckoleaf's pride and acceptance despite the latter's thoughts always being on Cricketpaw.

It must have been difficult. For the both of them.

But she was broken from her thoughts at Juniperpaw's snap, ordering the warrior what to do in order to help the kit. Mistfall nodded and sprang into actions. She made sure to do as she was ordered. She quickly - and clumsily - began to dry off the kitten. The warrior made sure to lick the fur the opposite way, sure that it would feel strange to the kitten, since Mistfall herself hates when her fur doesn't go the right way. Though her heart sank as the kit was too weak to protest the molly drying her. Mistfall's pale gaze slid over towards the medicine cat, watching her out of the corner of her eye while both of them did as they could to help the kit. She's worried... she lost her first patience, so no why she would be, the warrior thought. She's in a rush, but trying to hide it - is it so we wouldn't panic? It's good that she's thinking about her patients reactions... Mistfall tried to keep herself busy by observing Juniperpaw, though the older cat did continue to lick the freeze water from the loner's pelt.

Mistfall was about finished when Juniperpaw gathered the herbs she would use and made her way back towards them. She got up and moved to the side just a bit, trying not to get in the medicine cat's way. She observed closely as the calico tabby informed them of the name of the herb before using it to treat her young patient. Though the name of the herb did bring some ease to the warrior, it quick escaped Mistfall's grasp, falling into the pile of names and herbs that the warrior would never be able to tell apart. She was grateful that she wasn't a medicine cat - Mistfall did not have the ability to remember all the herbs by name, appearance, and use. Her patients would be doomed. She frowned uncertainly as the kit scooted away from Juniperpaw and huddle near her own foreleg. Mistfall crouched down beside her and gave an encouraging lick on her head. "Don't worry, Juniperpaw knows what she is doing. She is out herb expert: meaning she can heal other cats. She'll make sure that you don't get sick, okay?" The purr and smile was forced, trying to hide her own worry. She didn't know anything about herbs, nor that it seemed as though the kit would be perfectly fine now that she was getting the needed medical attention. So she was worried, but prayed to Starclan that the kit wouldn't catch on, and would accept the herbs that Juniperpaw was offering.

Glancing between the two after Juniperpaw questioned the kit on her name, Mistfall gave another frown to the loner's answer. She was trembling with fear and didn't even bother to raise her head as she shook 'no'. Mistfall offered another lick, trying to comfort the kit. "It's okay, we'll figure everything out after Juniperpaw's help and some rest," looking over the kit, she understood that the loner needed to take a long rest in a warm nest. The kit has been traveling for Starclan knows how long, and that saddened - and worried - the warrior. She then nudged the kit a bit closer to Juniperpaw. "Now, take the - er - herb that Juniperpaw had brought," she'd already forgotten the name. "And then you can sleep in a nice, warm nest, doesn't that sound good?" The grey and white molly attempt to be as motherly and warm to the kit as she could, remembering how queens act with their kits and even thinking of her own mother.