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.