Littlecloud and Kestrelflight are ahead of us. Let’s get moving, he urged the other medicine cats. Like ThunderClan needs to rely on RiverClan for herbs! Thanks, Mothwing, Leafpool meowed, while Jayfeather bit back a sharp retort.
Just let us know if ThunderClan runs into problems. We have plenty of catmint, Mothwing announced mildly. The powerful watery scent of RiverClan swept over him as Mothwing and Willowshine, the RiverClan medicine cats, climbed up to join them. Enough even for you! So don’t expect me to go out gathering more.Īs he finished speaking, he heard the scuffling of paws farther down the slope. Besides, we have plenty of catmint growing by the old Twoleg nest. Honestly, Leafpool, you coddle them too much. Sandstorm, Graystripe, Millie, and Purdy are perfectly healthy, Jayfeather interrupted.
You know how quickly whitecough can turn to greencough if it’s not treated properly. If you had your way, we’d fill our den with it and not leave room for anything else. Catmint, especially.Ĭatmint! Jayfeather’s tail-tip twitched impatiently.
We’ll need to stock up on herbs while we still can.
A chill breeze ruffled his fur, and he shivered as his mother, Leafpool, hauled herself up the rocks to stand at his side. Jayfeather scrambled up the slope that led to the Moonpool, his paws skidding on the damp stones.
