one after the other [c]

It was sunhigh, and Smokepetal was in her den enjoying a meal, after a long morning of collecting herbs. They'd been lucky enough to find quite a bit, thanks to the recent rainstorms that had encouraged the growth even this late in the season. She pulled some feathers from the breast of her sparrow and sat them aside - some of the nests could still use some more padding. The she-cat paused for a moment at the sound of someone outside the den, her ears tilted that way to see if it was just someone passing by, or someone coming to visit. Her question was answered when Lightningbreeze padded into view.

Her sparrow momentarily forgotten, Smokepetal rose to greet the warrior with a quiet chirp. "What can I help you with?" she asked kindly, looking over the warrior for any wounds.

Smokepetal nodded slowly as Lightningbreeze described what had happened, relieved that it hadn't been anything more serious than that. Still, though, thorns hurt... and any wound had the possibility of infection. "You're not interrupting. It's good you came," she said gently. "I'll see to these in a hurry, okay? Come this way." She made sure the warrior was settled into a nest before padding over to grab the herbs she needed: goldenrod, alder bark, and the singular dock leaf that remained.

"This may sting just a bit, but only briefly," she assured, and began chewing the herbs to create a poultice, that she then applied to the worst of the scratches first, before rationing the excess out to the smaller, less serious wounds.