nine moons old // tom // medicine cat apprentice // tags: Willowbreeze, Constance, Cinderfoot
''Hello, there.'' He said to Constance. He picked up the whiff of blood from the she-cat.
He followed the medicine cat into the den, where he found his bundle of poppy seeds laying around. Hello there, my old friend. He thought as he pushed the pile away with his back paw. The seeds spilled out, once again, and he rushed to gather them together before Willowbreeze noticed the mess he'd made. Once his mess was (partially) cleaned, he followed the rest. He ran over the list of herbs needed for a cut in his mind.
Burdock root? No, those are for rat bites. Would chervil work? It's used for queens, but also for wounds... Maybe. Cobwebs to stop the bleeding. Marigold? It grows near the river and draws out infection.















