let my paw lift under yours [c]

Prrt? The questioning noise left Littlesplash instantly as his head lifted. He'd been engrossed in recounting the many herbs in the den. With Rowansong and Duckpaw in need of their own unique brands of treatment, the medicine cat had been hard at work. Thanks to Ripplesong's help, the grey and white tom's puncture wounds had begun healing. Her soothing tongue helped to draw out the infection, coupled with finally sparing some herbs. It was a relief to look up and not be met with a stinging sensation at the action of twitching his neck.

Each passing day had made Littlesplash less prone to jumping in shock or wincing at the presence of another cat. Some things were healing in this den after all. This time he padded forward to greet her. He offered Willowwisp a smile before turning to glace around the den, 'Hm, well, I could think of several things if you're willing to lend a paw. I have some cob nuts that need to be crushed up. There's a stone near the pile. Crushed ones go underneath the oak leaf."

The clan was generally very helpful when it came to lending their lone medicine cat a paw, something he was eternally grateful for. Recent herb hunts had finally proven to be successful as sunlight shone overhead more often. Favorable breezes would drift through the camp more often than not. Each passing day, the river's flow persisted with less resistance. Littlesplash had turned away to become engrossed with his own work once more, muttering to himself her and there. He certainly needed to speak with another medicine cat sometime.

"Oh, thank you, by the way. I don't think I said that." A an embarrassed expression crossed his maw as his ears heated up. Since apprenticeship, his mind often focused on matters other than formalities. It wasn't meant to be an affront but he knew some cats might take it that way. Better to make sure the warrior knew her paws were appreciated.

Gratitude blossomed in the tom's chest. He often wondered if other clan cats were as helpful in aiding their healers as Riverclan had been. Since his quick leap into the role of medicine cat, Littlesplash had devoted himself to healing others and with each passing day it appeared they were more than willing to return the favor. Craning his neck to watch the way Willowwisp carefully crushed the cob nuts, he nodded encouragingly from a few tail-lengths away, "I couldn't have done it better myself. I appreciate any cat willing to lend a paw."

Quickly, the small-statured tom turned back to his work, delicately stripping leaves and flowers from their stems. Her question caused his ears to perk once more. How was he? Honestly, Littlesplash had hardly stopped to think about that himself. Anxiety had caused him to quiver at the whispering of wind through the reeds for sometime after the battle with Skyclan. That had relieved slightly, but only in the wake of working through pressing problems of his duties. Despite the healing of wounds and his spirit, the tom found himself hit with the realization his chest was tight.

Letting out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxed lightly as he responded with a soft meow, "I'm okay. Certainly busy almost every day. It makes me want to take on an apprentice but with what time and experience... There's still so much I don't know." His eyes went wide as he realized what he had just said. Would the molly she him any differently for his admission? Did she or the rest of the clan realize that his inability to heal certain ailments was partially caused by a lack of knowledge. A slight frown crossed his maw as he realized there was some relief in the admission.