Irisfrost
In the shadows of the cliffs that surrounded RiverClan's camp, Irisfrost groomed her flank, eyes half-closed in concentration. She didn't need the wash, but it was something to do, something to take her mind of Bearsnout's disappearance. Unhelpful thoughts still made their way into her kind, but it was better than nothing.
Upon hearing Berrypaw's nervous call, Irisfrost abandoned her wash and padded towards the medicine cat apprentice with a dip of her head. She wanted to help the clan any way possible, even if she didn't know any herbs beside the ones that were common knowledge. She was sure Berrypaw would find a way around that problem.
It would help keep her mind off her brother, too.