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Shinefang nodded his thanks the young warrior. Something about the severity in Smogcloud's eyes told him the leaves were safe with them and that they took the duty of handling those precious leaves seriously. He appreciated that about the young warrior. Too many of the younger ones were too kit witted to know we to take anything seriously. There was no nonsense about this cat.
Him scent glands clear now, he nodded to Grousestar and tilted up his head, giving the air a long and deep taste as he searched for herbs. Even still, he could detect no herb scent from where they were. A huff of frustration began to build in his throat until the old tom happened to glance to his side, and through a copse of what looked like elm trees. Between the trunks of the trees, he swore he had glanced a length of green waving in the wind that looked so familiar. With an audible, "Eh?" the medicine cat began to pad toward where he had seen it. He weaved among the trunks of the denser woods where the sunlight seemed fainter, and emerge in a small clearing. And in the center of the clearing, was unmistakably a willow tree. Shinefang stood for a moment in surprise as he looked it over, shaking his head slightly as he gave a small mrrow of laughter. Only last night, Thunderhowl, a deceased Shadowclan medicine cat, had visited him in his dream and told him to use the bark from this very tree to sooth his joints. They were aching more every day as the cold grew worse. "We've just found something to help with pain and swelling," he said out loud to the members of the patrol. "Kestralshade, help me out here, won't you?" he said, padding on toward the tree. His joints felt more relaxed just looking at it. The old medicine cat approached the base of the tree and stood on his hind paws, bracing his forepaws against the trunk. He unsheathed his claws and wedged them under a large chunk of loose bark and pulled it free. It fell to the earth with a gentle thud, and he turned to Kestralshade as he pointed at the piece he had just harvested. "Three or four more of those should hold us over nicely," he said, busily searching for another piece of bark to pull off.