Jayfeather was sat in the medicine den of ThunderClan, sorting carefully through his store. Even though he was blind, his heightened sense of smell let him easily sort between yarrow, dock leaves, juniper berries, tansy, marigold, borage, poppy seeds, moss clumps, thyme, and chervil roots.

He was making a mental note of what he needed to collect more of. Low on yarrow, low on thyme, low on marigold, low on juniper berries, and completely out of burdock root. He made sure to put burdock root, marigold, and thyme at the very top of the mental list. It was almost the middle of newleaf; new growth meant brambles and thorns growing wild, and that meant new injures. I should collect some more yarrow, too, Jayfeather reflected. There would be many cats getting thorns stuck in their paw pads, too.

Jayfeather spent most of his time in the medicine den after Leafpool's death. He had become even better at his job than he had been before. Jayfeather chalked that up to him being the only medicine cat in the den, so now he could think more clearly.

Or, he would be able to, if there weren't always cats in his den. The gray tabby tom didn't like it when his den was crowded. He couldn't think straight.

Jayfeather was glad that for now, at least, his den was silent, nobody inside except him.