"We are the closest to StarClan, spiritually and physically, and we always know our warrior ancestors watch over us. That is what makes us strong. No matter what trials we must endure, WindClan will last forever." -Tallstar
The leaves have shown the humble beginnings of autumn, a gradual shift from lush greens into hues of orange and red. Not yet aflame with beautiful colors, Leaf-fall battles for dominance over the woodlands with the defiant summer that refuses to go quietly. The temperatures have begun to falter into something more comfortable, despite the bright sunshine, and a cool wind breathes away the humidity that had settled over the earth like a thick cloud. Prey is incredibly plump, and oblivious, as it starts a frantic journey toward winter hibernation, leaving warriors well-fed.