Skyspots was busily sorting herbs at the back of the cave. He carefully raised them up to their designated notches, nudging them gently to the back of the naturally-made holes in the stone wall. He let out a sigh of relief as he put away the herbs, blue eyes shutting momentarily. He felt a throbbing, painful migrain coming along and it was starting to make him dizzy. As he made his way to the poppy seed notch, he heard scrabbling from the entrance of the cave.

He instantly became alert. He watched as Willowsong, not really paying attention to anything around her, rushed in and snatched up many of the herbs he had left out for his two apprentices to sort. He watched as she selected traveling herbs, and then darted back out of the den. He blinked in confusion.