Light is cast down into the clearing from the sky, illuminating leaves and rocks and dirt as you pad across the paths to the entrance of the camp. You had woken up with a dry mouth, feeling utterly parched. It's about moonhigh by now, though the moon is slowly starting to move towards the horizon. Cold, harsh wind blows through the grass, ruffling your fur and making you shiver lightly. Leaf-bare had started to set in and it would surely begin to snow soon. Luckily, there were enough warriors, and apprentices (who were basically warriors, now, you told yourself. You and the others have been training pretty hard) to keep the clan fed and protected. You trot alongside the Gorge and down to the bridge which connects your territory to Riverclan's, pausing by the edge to lap at the water. There's the sound of something on the other side of the river that makes your ears twitch and you look up, and you're met by the sight of another cat, about your size. Peering through the darkness, you see that it's an apprentice from Riverclan, one that you've seen before at some Gatherings. Barramundipaw. He mostly kept to himself but he seemed pretty nice. Right now, though, he was just staring at you, standing by the edge of the water.