JAY’S eyes narrow as he hears and smells the presence of you entering the medicine den. He didn’t hate you, it was the opposite, he wanted to be with you. Jay’Feather turns his head to face you from the herbs he was sorting.

HOWEVER, When Jay’Feather smelt the scent of blood, he immediately becomes alert. His worry and care for you overshining his sarcasm.

INNER THOUGHTS: ’No, no, no. Not them. Please, StarClan, don’t let it be anything serious.’