a necessary restock [o]

The cobwebs and poultice's her sister made for her wounds had allowed the warrior to gain most if not all of her strength back in the time since the last attack. If one paid close enough attention they could see her slight wince when she stepped oddly with one of her back legs, but beyond that her fur was starting to come back where patches were torn off, the scar above her eye was healing nicely and swelling had gone down.

Sleepyhollow approached her sister and nodded her head, "Is there anything in specific you're needing?"she inquired, she thought back to the herb lessons she had with Batsong back at Highstones, there she learned about the basic herbs and how Batsong had started off as a warrior and changed to a path of a medicine cat. She remembered Batsong asking her if she had ever considered the same path. If she were asked again she might answer the same way.

But being at Highstones just seemed like a dream that Shadowclan and Windclan had once gotten along so well. Well - at least it seemed they were amiable to Sleepy. Then again she was but a small naive apprentice and took mostly everything at face value back then. Sleepyhollow had nothing but (mostly) fond memories from Highstones, most of which included Russetrye. Clicking her tongue impatiently, she looked to the sky, "I suppose any herb would be good to find."