68 moons--medicine cat-- medicine den-- tags; Skypaw
Swanfeather was awake early, sorting through her herbs. Something inside of her told the medicine cat that this leaf-bare would be harsher than most. She pulled the herbs out of her storage. They had collected catmint a few sunrises ago about it was already starting to wilt. Also no more would be growing after the snow fell. Swanfeather winced, her muscles hurt. The old medicine cat knew she was aging, but that didn't deter her form her medicine duties. She would help her clanmates until her last breath and make sure Skypaw became one of the greatest medicine cats Boltclan ever knew. They were running low on coltsfoot and that would be needed at this season. She noticed Skypaw and prodded her with her paw. "Wake up Skypaw."