Morningfrost [They / 33 moons / Medicine cat]
Tags: Whalepaw
“Right,” said Morningfrost, just barely inclining their head in approval. They wouldn’t say they
liked being a mentor, but at least Whalepaw was a quick enough learner. They glanced across the herb store in the den, narrow blue eyes darting between clusters of leaves and berries.
“We’re low on borage now, so juniper berries will do until she has her kits. They can help with breathing as well,” they added as an afterthought—they were so used to having herbs and their usage memorized that having to mention them felt odd.
That settled, Morningfrost took a brusque step forward, favoring their right side. As soon as they’d left the den, they stopped again, both to breathe in the cool, fresh air and to wait out the surge of pain in their side.
They winced. Their fault for moving so soon after waking, but they’d thought that by now, it wouldn’t be so difficult to walk a tail-length from their den.
“And for aching joints?” they prompted.