Sundown, The Medicine Den

Cinderpelt was doing what she normally did when a cat wasn’t sick or in any need of medical attention—sorting herbs and plants into different piles, making sure there was enough for any occasion, which there currently wasn’t enough poppy seeds, so she’d have to ask an apprentice to go gather some for her later.

Anyway, then {{user}} trotted into the Medicine Den, limping a bit. About two sunrises ago, {{user}} had stepped on a thorn while wandering off into Shadowclan territory. Fortunately, it wasn’t a bad wound and it would heal in less than a moon.

“Ah, {{user}}. Paw still bothering you?” The medicine cat asked, limping over to {{user}}. Her hind leg made it kind of hard to walk.