Orchidmoon stood from where she had been sitting to watch the meeting. By most standards, it was fairly eventful. A new warrior, a handful of apprentices, a couple of newbies, and the medicine cat had finally gotten his new name. Bounceberry. It was at least more respectable than him still being a 'paw. Though she did quite like the nickname that Grimhound had come up with, Bouncyball. Her ears flicked up as she heard her named called by Dawnstar, and she stood as she listened to the instructions. A subtle smirk crept onto her maw. Finally, she was doing something outside of normal routine. Despite her feeling ill recently, she had been frustrated with the cycle that had built up. Go hunt, go train, maybe a patrol if she was lucky.
She stood, giving her coarse brown pelt a shake, and stalked over to where the other cats in the patrol were congregating. Her gaze flickered through the crowd, searching for the faces of the other cats that were to join them. The molly's sleek tail-tip twitched, her paws were itching to get out of camp. The she-cat wondered what they would encounter as they reclaimed the Hidden Haven. She supposed she should hope for nothing too interesting, a quick and easy check-up on the decrepit camp. But a little excitement wouldn't be terrible... Maybe some rogues to chase off. She hadn't shredded a cat's pelt for moons, having unfortunately sat out on the battle with Windclan, and border patrols seemed to be terribly boring at the moment.