Her tattered ears turned towards the yowl that bounced around the camp. She lifted her head from her paws and peered at the one yowling. Mossfreckle. Dawnstar got up from where she was resting and leaned into a stretch. She could hear joints popping and stood straight again. She listened to the medicine cat chatter as she vigorously shook her body, flinging bits of pine from her coat.
All she gathered from this event was that they would be hunting herbs with side lessons for kits. Dawnstar debated returning to her den or participating. Doubting she could return to resting, she padded over to the rest of the cats gathering and sat down. She didn't mind roaming around, looking for herbs if it helped the clan. She wasn't crazy about this riddle thing, but whatever she was sure they'd figure it out. With the warmer weather, it was the perfect time for this. She highly doubted there was much if any progress with patrols. So she figured she should put in the work to fix that.
On a hotter day, she should see about holding a frog-hunting event. With the lynx gone, playing in the mud could be fun, and she did want to see how well some of these cats could hunt frogs. Dawnstar, pulling small pine needles that poked pink scar tissue, proceeded to groom old scars, and waited for this little game to begin.