Below is the content provided for the section of the Warriors App titled 'Clan Hierarchy'.
Kit[]
Age of Kits:[]
0 to 6 moons
Where kits sleep:[]
What kits do:[]
get to know Clan members, play in the nursery
What it's like to be a kit:[]
Bluekit Speaks
Let's explore by ourselves." Bluekit saw a chance to slip away unnoticed.
"But it's fun hanging out with . . ."
Bluekit didn't hear any more; she was already backing away.
Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted a low, spreading bush beside the nursery. Patchkit and Leopardkit wouldn't find them there. She spun around and dashed for the bush, diving under a branch. As she caught her breath, she tasted lots and lots of different scents clinging to the leaves. How many cats were there in ThunderClan? Did they really all fit in the camp?
The branches shook, and Snowkit crashed in after her.
"I thought you weren't coming!" Bluekit squeaked in surprise.
"Moonflower told us to stay together," Snowkit reminded her.
Together they peeped out to see if Leopardkit, Patchkit, and Dapplepaw had noticed their escape. The three cats were staring at the nursery, looking puzzled.
Dapplepaw shrugged. "They must have gone back to their nest."
"Never mind." Patchkit paced around Dapplepaw. "Now you can take us to the sandy hollow like you promised."
Sandy hollow? What's that? Bluekit suddenly wished she'd stayed with the others.
"I never promised!" Dapplepaw protested.
"We'll be in trouble if we get caught," Leopardkit warned. "We're not supposed to leave the camp until we're apprentices, remember?"
"Then we won't get caught," Patchkit mewed.
Dapplepaw glanced uncertainly around the clearing. "I'll take you to the edge of the ravine," she offered. "But that's all."
Jealousy burned Bluekit's pelt as she watched Dapplepaw lead Leopardkit and Patchkit toward the gorse barrier and disappear through a gap at the base.
Maybe we can follow them and see where they go. . . .
Apprentice[]
Age of apprentices:[]
At least 6 moons
Where kits sleep:[]
What apprentices do:[]
Responsible for chores around camp, such as tending to the elders; train for battle with their mentors; participate in battles; hunt for the Clan
What it's like to be an apprentice:[]
Birchpaw Speaks: A New Apprentice
I can't believe I'm finally an apprentice. I've been dreaming of this for moons!
It's true my mother, Ferncloud, wouldn't have minded keeping me in the nursery a while longer. She still licks me as if I were a tiny kit sometimes. But I know she misses Larchkit and Hollykit, who died when the forest ran out of prey, and she worries about me, so I let her.
I'm lucky to have Ashfur as my mentor. He's smart and patient and lets me practice everything instead of just showing me how to do it.
I love hunting patrols the best. We can't eat anything until we've brought back enough food for the elders, but it's so exciting to jump on a mouse, or chase a squirrel, or sneak up on a starling. I've heard stories about apprentices who ate while they were supposed to be hunting and how much trouble they got in. That's not going to happen to me!
I can't wait for my first Gathering, when we are allowed to talk in peace with cats from other Clans. I hope to see Toadkit, Marshkit, and Applekit there. They're ShadowClan cats, but we became friends on the journey from the forest. Maybe I'll tell them that the thrush I nearly caught was actually an eagle. They'd be so impressed!
Warrior[]
Where warriors sleep:[]
What apprentices do:[]
Patrol borders; keep fresh-kill pile supplied; defend Clanmates against attacks from enemy cats or predators; mentor apprentices
What it's like to be a warrior:[]
Brackenfur Speaks: A New Warrior
I remember the day I became a warrior. I was stretching outside the apprentices' den when Fireheart asked if I wanted to go hunting with him.
I don't know where my own mentor was—Graystripe seemed very busy in those days.
When I smelled the WindClan and ShadowClan cats, I knew our camp was in danger because of Brokentail. Back when I was a kit and he was leader of ShadowClan, he stole me and my brother and sisters from ThunderClan. He was driven out and exiled from ShadowClan, but then he led a rogue attack on the ThunderClan camp. Now he was a ThunderClan prisoner, and the other Clans didn't like it one bit. That's why they were coming to attack us.
Fireheart sent me back to camp to warn Bluestar and Tigerclaw. I knew they were coming for Brokentail, so I planted myself outside his den and fought as hard as I could. It was strange fighting to defend such an evil cat. But I knew Bluestar wanted us to defend him. That's what loyalty to the Clan is all about.
After we drove off the invaders, Bluestar made me a warrior. The whole Clan called out my warrior name, Brackenfur. I felt their support and love, and I was so proud of my actions and my choices. That's what I thought about during my silent vigil. After the ceremony, I wasn't allowed to speak to any cat until dawn. I guarded the camp alone, though I was tired from the battle. I looked up at the twinkling lights of Silverpelt and felt StarClan watching me. It was comforting to know that even when my Clanmates left this life, they'd watch over me, until the day I joined StarClan as well.
When Firestar gave me Whitepaw to mentor, he talked about how I'd learned about strength and friendship from Graystripe and how he hoped I'd pass on that loyalty and determination to her. Whitepaw is eager to learn and excited. I take her on boundary patrol whenever I can, renewing the scent markings and checking for signs of trespassers. We hunt for food for the elders and the queens, and I'm teaching her to climb trees and jump as high as she can to catch flying birds.
Soon, she will become a warrior. I can't wait to see her eyes shine as Firestar says her warrior name and to share in her happiness with the rest of the Clan.
Medicine cat[]
Where warriors sleep:[]
What medicine cats do:[]
Heal sick and injured Clanmates; share tongues with StarClan; interpret dreams and signs
Important Medicines and their Uses:[]
What it's like to be a medicine cat:[]
Leafpool Speaks: Not Just About Herbs
I knew I wanted to be a medicine cate from the time I was a small kit. I watched Cinderpelt taking care of sick cats and checking on my mother in the nursery.
I wanted to be that gentle, kind, and intelligent. I wanted to know how to heal and how to read the signs from StarClan. I couldn't imagine anything more important. I knew that medicine cats can never have kits. But I didn't think about what that would mean for me. I didn't ever expect to fall in love.
Cinderpelt let me help her in her den even before I was an apprentice. My sister was disappointed that we didn't get to train together as apprentices, but she understood how important this was to me.
Cinderpelt took me to the Moonstone for the initiation ceremony when I became an apprentice. It's a secret ritual involving the medicine cats of all the Clans and also StarClan—I've never felt closer to StarClan than I did then. . . . It was amazing. There's another ritual when we earn our full medicine cat names. I really wish I could tell you about it, but I have not the words. In truth, my experience of these ceremonies is not that of every medicine cat, and for this reason we are forbidden to talk about it. Perhaps it's true that there are some secrets that should never be told.
That's the best and also the scariest thing about being a medicine cate. Knowing all the herbs and helping my sick Clanmates is wonderful too, but more than that, I know StarClan is depending on me. I am the one who has to bring their messages to the Clan. I have to understand what they want us to do or else terrible things could befall us. I am my Clan's guardian, in a way.
My friend Mothwing is RiverClan's medicine cat, but she doesn't believe in StarClan. It makes me sad for her—she's missing the most important part of this life. And for a while StarClan had no way to communicate with her, which placed the whole Clan in danger. But now she has Willowpaw, her apprentice. StarClan can speak to her, and so the line of wisdom passed down from our ancestors can continue unbroken.
We get a lot of respect in our Clan, but there is a lot of responsibility too. If I make a mistake, a cat could die. This is why you too have to be careful with your own cat friends. I'm showing you this list of our medicines, but you mustn't try using them yourself. You are not a medicine cat. Out in the forest, we have to use whatever we find, but kittypets have something called a veterinarian to look after them. My friend Cody told me about this. The veterinarian is like a Twoleg medicine cat, as far as I can tell. They heal cats, but they have many more medicines to work with than we do. Don't try giving any sick cats these herbs—either come find me, or take them to the veterinarian. Trust me, they'll thank you for it!
Deputy[]
Where deputies sleep:[]
What deputies do:[]
Organize border and hunting patrols; help plan battle tactics; hunt and patrol for the Clan; preside over Clan meetings when leader is absent; stand in for leader at Gathering if leader is ill
What it's like to be a deputy:[]
Graystripe Speaks: The Battle Against the Foxes
Really, you'd like to hear about the foxes? Great StarClan, that was moons ago, when we still lived in the forest!
Firestar and Sandstorm had left the territory for a while, so as ThunderClan's deputy, I was leading the Clan. I had good warriors helping me, but there were whispers of trouble. A pack of foxes had made their dens beneath the roots of the Great Oak at Fourtrees, our normal Gathering site. To make matters worse, the foxes were stealing our prey. Usually foxes lived on their own, or with a pawful of skittish cubs, but these foxes seemed to have their own Clan, with patrols to keep us out and make raids for food.
Things came to a head at a Gathering like this, under a cold full moon early in leaf-bare. We were forced to meet that night at Snakerocks on ThunderClan's territory, not far from Fourtrees, but far enough inside our borders to make all the Clans nervous. All four Clans needed to deal with the foxes, and I had an idea. . . .
"Cats of all the Clans," I announced, feeling the stone of Snakerocks ice-cold and slippery beneath my paws. "I believe we can drive out the foxes if we work together."
"Since when did deputies take over the Gathering?" muttered a voice below me. It was Tornear of WindClan
Blackstar stood up, his white coat glowing in the moonlight. "Graystripe speaks for ThunderClan while Firestar is . . . away."
I knew the ShadowClan leader was trying to find out where Firestar and Sandstorm had gone; I couldn't tell him because I didn't know, but I trusted Firestar when he told me that they would return, and in the meantime, I wasn't going to let any of the other Clans suspect that I had no idea where my leader was.
"We all know that foxes are most aggressive in their dens, when they are protecting their cubs," I began. My voice sounded as feeble as a kit's squeak on the still night air. "They are more vulnerable when they are hunting and their attention is fixed on something else. We should strike then, and show them that forest belongs to us and us alone."
"You're suggesting a battle against foxes?" sneered a cat from the back of the crowd. I peered into the shadows but couldn't see who was speaking. "We'll be eaten alive!"
There were murmurs of agreement, and for a moment I felt a flash of anger. Were these cats willing to lie around and do nothing while foxes stole our prey and drove us our of the place where our ancestors had gathered for countless full moons?
"I'm not saying we should confront them in a regular battle. We will use each Clan's strengths to teach them a lesson," I pressed on. "We have the advantage of more training, more skills, more knowledge of the forest than these intruders."
I could see nobs of interest, and a couple of my Clanmates called out encouragingly. There was no turning back now. I was about to lead all of the Clan into a battle for survival in our own homes.
"I've picked up a scent!" Cloudtail hissed. His thick white fur stood out like a splash of snow against the withered bracken, but his difficulty in hiding had made his nose keener than most of his Clanmates'. The wind rattled the brown stalks around us, filling my ears with whispers, but at least it would hide our noise from our prey as well.
For once, this patrol wasn't in search of fresh-kill. Instead, we were hunting foxes. Above our heads, the gray sky was darkening with nightfall, and the air was filled with the echoing calls from a pair of owls. This was the time when the foxes went looking for food to steal; tonight they were about to find out that they had become the hunted!
Keeping his head low and his tail straight up, Cloudtail followed the scent trail along the bank of the stream at the top of ThunderClan's territory. I followed, with Mousefur, her apprentice, Spiderpaw, and Brightheart treading softly behind me. So far the trail had led toward the river, but I knew the foxes were no fonder of getting their paws wet than we were, so I wasn't surprised when Brightheart picked up a scent on the far side of the border, in the stretch of RiverClan territory that led from the bridge by the gorge to Fourtrees. The ground here was covered with rocks and scrubby bushes rather than trees, a good place for rabbits and low-roosting birds. I let out a sigh of relief. I had hoped the foxes would come here to hunt; that meant the other Clans were in the right place. I was beginning to realize how much of my plan depended on the foxes doing what I wanted them to.
A rustle up head warned us that we were nearly on their tails. Soon, a flash or glossy read fur behind a hawthorn thicket revealed our targets.
"Mousefur, have you got the rabbit?"
The dusky brown warrior padded forward, carrying a young rabbit, still warm and blood-scented.
"Away you go," I ordered.
Mousefur skirted the hawthorn thicket and let the rabbit's hind legs drop to the ground. As she walked away, the limp bundle of brown-and-white fluff left a pathetic trail in the dust, and the air quivered with the scent of the kill. I led the rest of the patrol in steep with Mousefur, under cover of some bushes. Foxes, foxes, I called silently. Can you smell this tasty meal?
The branches of the hawthorn thicket crackled as if something large were turning around underneath. I help my breath. Would the foxes take the bait? I was using a trick I had learned from Tigerstar, when he lured the pack of dogs right into the ravine by laying a trail of dead rabbits. Brindleface had died in their attack; Mousefur was risking her life now, not just for ThunderClan but for every Clan in the forest. I had volunteered to carry the rabbit first, but Mousefur has insisted. She was faster than me, she said, adding that she had no qualms about dropping the rabbit and running for her life if the foxes got too close.
The softest crunch of sand told me that the foxes had picked up the scent trail and were beginning to stalk Mousefur. I hoped they were too dumb to wonder why a dead rabbit would be moving. I signaled with my tail to Mousefur, who was watching me with one eye, and she started to walk faster, keeping the rabbit dragging on the ground. The paw steps behind her sped up. Mousefur curved away from the ThunderClan border, heading for a copse of trees on the WindClan border. The foxes followed, and I had to break into a run to keep pace with them.
"ShadowClan! Attack!" The still air was split with the sound of cats crashing out of the trees, led by Blackstar. I halted behind a lichen-covered rock with the rest of the patrol; a moment later, Mousefur joined us, panting and with her eyes shining.
"Perfect so far!" she declared.
Now it was time to let ShadowClan do what they did best; an ambush. We listened to them hurling and shrieking through the bushes; there was a volley of startled yelps, then the sound of heavier animals plunging away, scrabbling over rocks. Just as I'd hoped, the ShadowClan ambush had frightened the foxes toward the river, where another surprise awaited them.
Once Mousefur had caught her breath, I raced out of the cover of the rock and followed the noise of the foxes and the ShadowClan cats. I burst out of the long grass that grew on the bank just as a line of RiverClan warriors splashed out of the water to meet the foxes. The RiverClan deputy, Mistyfoot, was at the head of the patrol, looking fierce with her fur slicked darkly against her back and her ears flattened.
The foxes—there were four of them, all full-grown—skidded to a halt and scrambled to turn tail, almost losing their footing on the slippery pebbles. Beyond them, I could hear ShadowClan plunging into the reeds, leaving a route clear back to Fourtrees.
"Come on," I yowled over my shoulder, and my Clanmates leaped beside me as I jumped down to the shore and raced to join the RiverClan warriors as they set off after the foxes. With a deafening clatter of reeds, the ShadowClan patrol emerged and we charged in a screeching line through the trail of broken undergrowth and overturned boulders left by our prey.
A false scent-trail and two ambushes, just to chase the foxes back to their own territory? I can see you're looking puzzled, little kittypets, but it was all part of my plan. We had to keep the foxes away from Fourtrees, and tire them out as much as possible, while the fourth battle patrol, from WindClan, took charge of the dens. Tallstar had agreed to send his best tunnelers, the cats who moved across the moor underground and were as comfortable in darkness as I was in sunlight, to flush out the cubs and trap them in the center of the clearing, where we had once held our Gatherings.
As the tops of the giant oaks appeared above the rim of the hollow, an anguished yowl told me that the foxes had realized they've been outwitted. I found an extra burst of speed in my paws, and skidded to a halt at the top of the slope. Below me, a ring of furious cats encircled a bundle of terrified baby foxes, keeping their backs to the cubs as they snarled at the approaching adults. There were cats from all four Clans in the battle line; I felt a flash of pride as I saw my Clanmates Dustpelt and Brackenfur take a step forward, daring the foxes to come any closer.
The rest of us made or way to the foot of the slope and watch in satisfaction as the foxes spun around and snarled when they saw they were trapped. There was still a danger they would try and fight us, but I was relying on the foxes being too afraid for the safety of their young to tackle both lines of cats. The biggest fox, a male with patches of darker red on his fur, took a pace toward us, baring his yellow teeth. Beside me, Spiderpaw let out a tiny whimper. I rested my tail on his flank, trying to give him courage.
Blackstar padded forward. "Leave our forest, and your cubs will be left alone," he ordered.
The fox blinked, and I guessed he couldn't understand us any more than we knew what they were saying with their ugly yelps and barks. But Blackstar's message was clear, even without the exact words.
"Yes, leave!" I joined in, arching my back and spitting. All along the foot of the slope, the patrols snarled at the foxes, making even the leader flinch. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the line of cats surrounding his precious cubs, each one with his or her claws unsheathed, ready to fight. He tossed his head as if he were shaking water from his fur, then barked. The foxes beside him lowered their heads and crouched down until their tails brushed the ground.
I stared in disbelief. The foxes were surrendering! We had won! I was about to let out a yowl of joy when Mudclaw, the WindClan deputy, called from the line: "Fourtrees patrol! Stand aside!"
The line of cats split and moved to each side of the hollow. At once the cubs raced over to their parents, whimpering and snapping. The adult foxes swept them close with their tails, then turned to face us. The male fox snarled and flattened his ears, but he knew as well as we did that they had no option. The Clans had proven that the forest belonged to us. With one final growl, the leader of the foxes trotted up the slope with his pack behind him, the cubs stumbling to keep up. For a moment the fixes were silhouetted against the sky at the top of the hallow; then they vanished over the edge.
Blackstar turned to me. "Congratulations, Graystripe. Firestar would be very proud of you."
Then the other cats crowded around me, cheering and yowling our triumph to the first glowing stars. I stood with my paws root to the ground and bathed in the feeling of success. All four Clans had united behind me, and I had led them to victory. The battle against the foxes had been won, and Fourtrees was our once more!
Leader[]
Where leaders sleep:[]
What leaders do:[]
Receive 9 lives from StarClan; choose mentors for new apprentices; lead Clan into battle; speak for Clan at Gatherings
What it's like to be a leader:[]
Leafstar Speaks
A cool night breeze rustled the leaves above her head as Leafstar headed toward the rat heap. Sharpclaw and Stick had pressed up beside her, the other warriors following.
Every cat kept low, gliding along the ground, their paw steps making no more noise than raindrops dripping from branches after a shower.
Suddenly a sharp snapping noise broke the silence. Leafstar jumped, her heart beginning to pound.
Sharpclaw whipped around. "What was that?" he hissed.
Every cat had halted, their neck fur bristling, their gazes flicking warily to the shadows. Shrewtooth looked frozen with fright.
"Sorry." Bouncefire's voice came from the darkness at the back of the patrol, sounding embarrassed. "I stepped on a twig."
"Great!" Sparrowpelt grunted. "Now the rats know we're coming!"
"It doesn't matter," Stick assured him. "All the rats will do is hide deeper inside their nest. And they'll soon find out there's nowhere safe in there."
As Leafstar's heartbeat slowed, she waved her tail as a signal for the patrol to move on. She could feel the tension in the air now, like the sparks before a storm broke.
This is the first time I've led my clan into battle. StarClan, please give us strength and bring all our warriors home safe.
The first faint light of dawn was filtering down into the forest. Leafstar's nose twitched as the breeze carried a foul stench toward her. A few fox-lengths ahead, the waste pile was just visible through the trees, pale in the half-light. Even if the rats had heard he patrol approaching, there was no time to change their plans.
This is it.
Leafstar signaled with her tail for the patrol to halt and turned to face her Clanmates. Sharpclaw turned with her; his eyes blazed with a green light and his dark ginger fur bristled. Leafstar could almost taste his desire to avenge the death of Rainfur.
"You're sure you remember the plan?" he demanded, his gaze raking over the patrol. "We block most of the holes, then frighten the rats so they try to escape through the holes we're left open. And then . . ." He bared his teeth, giving Stick a glance to make sure he had repeated the loner's plan accurately.
Stick replied with a curt nod. "They won't know what hit them."
Leafstar began to feel more confident as she listened to her deputy and saw the determination in his eyes.
We can win this battle!
She could see tension mounting even higher in the listening cats, in their twitching tails and flexing claws. Fear-scent came from the senior warriors, those who had battled the rats before, in spite of their struggles to hide it. They younger warriors picked it up, too; Shrewtooth was visibly trembling.
It's time to get on with this, Leafstar decided. Before some cat starts to panic.
"Sparrowpelt, you led a patrol here yesterday," she mewed softly. "Did you locate the exits from the heap?"
The young tabby tom nodded. "We didn't want to get too close," he explained, "in case the rats spotted us. But we think there are three gaps on the far side from where we are now, one on each side, and two in front—one up high where that piece of wood is poking out, and the other low down, underneath the Twoleg sofa."
Peering through the trees, Leafstar could make out the two front holes Sparrowpelt had mentioned: dark cracks leading into the center of the dump. She forced herself to stay calm as she thought of rats pouring out of them.
"We'll leave these two exits open," she meowed, relieved that her voice stayed steady. "Patchfoot, Tinycloud, and Petalnose, you go around the back and block exits there. Cherrytail, you deal with the one on that side"—Leafstar gestured with her tail—"and Bouncefire, you take the one over there. When the holes are blocked, stay beside them, in case any rats try to force their way out."
She paused briefly, letting her gaze travel across the cats standing in front of her. "Sharpclaw, you're in charge of catching the rats as they come out of the front."
Her deputy didn't speak, but his eyes glittered and he gave a single lash of his tail.
Waspwhisker, Sparrowpelt, Rockshade, Stick, Coal, and Shorty, go with Sharpclaw."
"And what about the rest of us?" Mintpaw asked, fluffing up her fur as if she wanted to make herself look twice her size. "We want to fight rats, too!"
"In a moment you'll have all the rats you want," Leafstar promised. "You and Cora and Shrewtooth will come with me, once the exits are blocked. We'll prowl over the heap and chase the rats out so Sharpclaw's patrol can deal with them."
Mintpaw's eyes glowed. "I'll terrify them," she hissed, extending her claws.
Dawn light was strengthening as Leafstar padded around to the back of the heap, following Tinycloud, Petalnose, and Patchfoot. On the way they passed Bouncefire, who was struggling to push a chunk of wood up the side of the heap, toward a gap between two shiny black pelts. Leafstar gave him a nod of approval as she crept past, silently thanking Stick for all the practice in the gorge. Her confidence grew with every paw step as she saw how focused and determined her warriors were. Pride stabbed through her as she watched her Clan working together.
Elder[]
Where elders sleep:[]
What elders do:[]
Enjoy respect from their Clanmates for the work they put in as warriors; keep Clan history alive by passing down old stories
What it's like to be an elder:[]
Goldenflower Speaks: A New Role to Play
As a young apprentice, I dreamed of being a warriors, and I wondered what it would be like to have kits. But I never thought about becoming an elder. Now I know I am lucky to have made it this far.
All the cats treat elders with respect. Even apprentices listen to me; I can't say they always did when I was a warrior. We elders spend our days peacefully, for the most part—discussing the goings-on in the forest, telling stories about the old days, or just snoozing the sun.
Don't get me wrong. I still have plenty of fight left. I'd be ready to hunt or defend camp in an instant. When I was a queen nursing Swiftkit, an elder named Rosetail died defending us from a ShadowClan attack. I would do the same for our nursery kits today.
There is one sad duty we elders perform. When a cat dies, all Clan cats gather for a final vigil. We share tongues and groom out Clanmate on last time. That night certain cats lie beside the body in mourning—its family, mentor, apprentice, and littermates. At dawn, we elders are the ones who take the body out of the camp for burial.
So it has always been. I've served my Clan for a long time, and it's nice to finally have some peace and quiet. I hope I get stick around and enjoy it for many moons to come.
Glossary: Important Medicines[]
For a full list of medicines click here. This only contains the medicines included within the Warriors App glossary.
Borage Leaves: To be chewed and eaten. The plant can be distinguished by its small blue or pink star-shaped flowers and hairy leaves. Great for nursing queens as it helps increase their supply of milk. Also brings down fever.
Burdock root: A tall-stemmed, sharp-smelling thistle with dark leaves. A medicine cat must dig up the roots, wash off the dirt, and chew them into a pulp, which can be applied to rat bites. Cures infection.
Catmint (catnip): A delicious-smelling, leafy plant that's hard to find in the wild; often found growing in Twoleg gardens. The best remedy for greencough.
Chervil: A sweet-smelling plant with large, spreading, fern-like leaves and small white flowers. The juice of the leaves can be used for infected wounds, and chewing the roots helps with bellyache.
Cobweb: Spider webs can be found all over the forest; be careful not to bring along the spider when you take the web! Medicine cats wrap it around an injury to soak up the blood and keep the wound clean. Stops bleeding.
Coltsfoot: A flowering plant, a bit like a dandelion, with yellow or white flowers. The leaves can be chewed in a pulp, which is eaten to help shortness of breath.
Comfrey: Identifiable by its large leaves and small bell-shaped flowers, which can be pink, white, or purple. The fat black roots of this plant can be chewed into a poultice to mend broken bones or soothe wounds.
Dock: A plant similar to sorrel. The leaf can be chewed up and applied to soothe scratches.
Dried oak leaf: Collected in the autumn and stored in a dry place. Stops infection.
Feverfew: A small bush with flowers like daisies. The leaves can be eaten to cool down body temperature, particularly for cats with fever or chills.
Goldenrod: A tall plant with bright yellow flowers. A poultice of this is terrific for healing wounds.
Honey: A sweet, golden liquid created by bees. Difficult to collect without getting stung, but great for soothing infections or the throats of cats who have breathed smoke.
Horsetail: A tall plant with bristly stems that grows in marshy areas. The leaves can be used to treat infected wounds. Usually chewed up and applied as a poultice.
Juniper berries: A bush with spiky dark green leaves and purple berries. The berries soothe bellyaches and help cats who are having trouble breathing.
Lavender: A small purple flowering plant. Cures fever.
Marigold: A bright orange or yellow flower that grows low to the ground. the petals or leaves can be chewed into a pulp and applied as a poultice to wounds. Stops infection.
Mouse bile: A bad-smelling liquid that is the only remedy for ticks. Dab a little moss soaked in bile on a tick and it'll fall right off. Wash paws thoroughly in running water afterwards.
Deathberries: Red berries that can be fatally poisonous to kits and elders. They are NOT a medicine. Known to Twolegs as yew berries. BEWARE!
Poppy seed: Small black seeds shaken from a dried poppy flower, these are fed to cats to help them sleep. Soothes cats suffering from shock or distress. Not recommended for nursing queens.
Stinging nettle: The spiny green seeds can be administered to a cat who's swallowed poison. while the leaves can be applied to a wound to bring down swelling.
Tansy: A strong-smelling plant with round yellow flowers. Good for curing coughs, but must be eaten in small doses.
Thyme: This herb can be eaten to calm anxiety and frayed nerves.
Water mint: A leafy green plant found in streams or damp earth. Usually chewed into a pulp and then fed to a cat suffering bellyache.
Wild garlic: Rolling in a patch of wild garlic can help prevent infection, especially for dangerous wounds like rate bites.
Yarrow: A flowering plant whose leaves can be made into a poultice and applied to wounds or scratches to expel poison.