(Stands paralyzed in stage fright)

Ringpaw smiled warmly down at the kitten, who seemed to be wide-eyed and fearful despite Ringpaw’s assurance.
“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” She meowed to the tiny shekit sympathetically. Ringpaw decided not to point out that she had thankfully avoided thorns to the paw so far, but instead settled on: “Ive heard they hurt horribly. But I’m sure that it’ll be alright.” She cooed.
Ringpaw had recently decided to adapt her personality to kits. She had always seen them as just like her, bouncy and always ready to play. But, when Shinefang had first told her about deathberries and how they didn’t want a helpless kit to get to them, Ringpaw quickly felt like she wanted to protect the cute fuzzy things.
Of course, the calico herself wasn’t much bigger than Salmonkit, regardless of the slight age difference, so she still wanted to see her smile and play mossball.
Maybe striking up a conversation with the injured shekit wouldn’t be appropriate at the moment, but Ringpaw still felt the need to chatter aimlessly.
When Shinefang approached, Ringpaw looked up to see him coo at the poor kitten like she had.
See, even Shinefang can’t resist a sickly, or injured, kit! Ringpaw thought happily.
The calico apprentice opened her mouth to barrage Shinefang with a million questions, before he suddenly turned on her.
She stared back, her mint green eyes open wide.
“First, you lick off any blood and clear the way to the thorn?” She asked, a hint of pride that she had somewhat remembered.
“Then you try to coax it out with your tongue.” She finished. She remembered that there was something after that, but she decided that if Shinefang asked for it she would continue. “But you do it carefully.” Ringpaw corrected herself.
When she glanced back down at Salmonkit, she noticed just how tiny her paw was.
It certainly wasn’t like a full grown warrior’s, like Auroraflame’s, that was for sure! How would she even be able to maneuver a tiny pad of that size?
“Was I right? I think I got it down.” She chirped happily. Everyday Ringpaw tried to remember what Shinefang told her, the yellow tom not exactly barraging her with Info but Ringpaw certainly wanted to get it down.
This morning, she had quickly run through the comfrey uses he had given her before she became his apprentice.
It had taken her a full minute of scrunching her head and staring at nothing until she remembered aching joints. From that point, she decided that every morning she would try to run through one herb until she was positive she had it down.
She had never found it easy to bring things back mentally, like battle moves and hunting stances, and she had assumed that herb counting and uses would be easier, but Starclan, was it challenging, if not more than being apprenticed to Snapbranch.