Even though becoming a medicine cat had not been something Smokestep had ever anticipated, she'd fallen into the routine more quickly than she ever could have imagined. It was initially difficult for her to memorize all the herbs, and know where they went in Plumleaf's den, but eventually, she'd learned, and now the young she-cat was even comfortable treating cats on her own, to some extent. Little things, of course - thankfully SkyClan hadn't been unfortunate enough to require any serious healing - but she'd grown more confident, more comfortable. Today, she found herself in the nursery, treating one of the recently delivered queens for a minor cough. Some coltsfoot for the cough, a little burnet for good measure, and her patient was all set. Smokestep wished her well, gave some instructions on when to come seeking treatment if it didn't get better, and then wandered her way outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh, warm air.
She didn't have any other plans for today, so when she saw a small, patched form sitting near the entrance of the nursery, Smokestep paused. The petite gray tabby smiled down at the kit. "Hi there," she said gently, squinting slightly to try and see if she could remember his name... "Stagkit, right? You're much bigger than the last time I saw you - you'll be an apprentice any day now."
An idea came to her then, and Smokestep added, "I'll be right back." She padded over to the fresh-kill pile, picking out a mouse for the young tom, and a sparrow for herself. She carried them both over, dropping the mouse for Stagkit. "Here, why don't we have breakfast together?" Part of her job as a medicine cat was to befriend her clanmates, and that started young...