It was late leaf-fall. All of the leaves on the trees had just about fallen, covering the ground with a light maple brown. All around, cats where out doing their duties. The kits where in the nursery with their mothers, the apprentices where out with their mentors, the warriors who weren't mentors where eating fresh-kill, the medicine cat was doing her usual duties, and the leader, Slatestar, was in her den with the deputy Redfur. Everything was great in TimberClan. With no other Clans to be rivals with, there was no problems, other than the occasional fresh-kill shortage and sicknesses in leaf-bare. And, with living by a swamp and a river, there was always enough natural resources to go around.