Windclan Camp, Dawn

The warm Newleaf sun shone throughout WindClan camp, warming the ground and waking cats from their slumber. Although to be woken up to warm, orange sunlight after the harsh, cold Leafbare seemed almost like a blessing from StarClan. Cats walked around, sharing tongues as the clan slowly started to wake up. Harestar, the leader of WindClan, sat just outside of his den, looking incredibly relieved that Leafbare was finally over and prey would be more plentiful. Hunting patrols formed and headed out onto the open moor to hunt for the clan. Kits played and relished in the streaming sunlight, elders crouched outside their den, feeling the sun soak through their pelt to their old bones. It seemed like an incredibly peaceful morning.