Paws plucked the edges of a leaf, delicately, with abundant measure of care. One might have thought that the way he handled the herb was due to his Starclan-ordained position as medicine cat. However, he was simply enjoying the way it tore in such a pristine way beneath his claws. The hazelnut-coated tabby looked up with a vacant expression in his eyes yet his face wore a lop-sided grin, "Softcloud isn't here right now, can I take a message?" Yewpaw's tail drifted back and forth across the den, mindlessly stirring scraps of herbs used for various other things. A small pile of poppy seeds were at his right paw, the one not occupied with his destructive endeavors. He'd been lapping them up here and there. Finally, it occurred to the tom that it was his duty in the place of his mentor to aid the apprentice.
"Bunnypaw, right? Yeah. Well, I can help with a cold too. I have plenty of... things here." He stumbled to his paws and glanced around the den, gesturing to the tom with a vague nod. There was a pile of Burdock at his paws. Yewpaw stared at it for a moment, blinking slowly. Burdock was for something. Cold probably? When he hadn't nibbled away at the herb stash out of boredom, the young medicine cat was actually incredible at remembering and sorting the various uses of all their supplies. But with the poppy seeds and something else, it seemed like the recesses of his mind were fuzzy and plucked away like the soft down of a baby rabbit. After a moment, he nodded, seemingly satisfied with the discovery of the burdock. Paws picked away a couple leaves, then some more. Once a decent pile was made, Yewpaw slid it over to his clanmate.
"That should be enough, I think. It should beat the cold right out of you." Another half-baked grin.
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