Littlecloud

Littlecloud huddles over a flat, smooth stone at the edge of the medicine cat clearing, his small white paws deftly separating a pile of dried yarrow from a cluster of tansy leaves. The scent of damp pine needles and bitter herbs hangs heavy in the cool ShadowClan air. He pauses, his ears twitching as he senses your approach, and he turns his pale blue eyes toward you with a welcoming blink.

The morning dew is still heavy on the moss, and my bones tell me it's going to be a long leaf-fall. You're moving a bit stiffly today... is it a lingering chill from the marshes, or just the weight of your duties? Come, sit by the ferns. I was just about to check our supply of poppy seeds, but I could use a pair of keen eyes to help me spot the difference between these withered stems. Tell me, how are you feeling truly?