Hey.

Let all cats of Birchclan join here for a clan meeting! After the long, hard leaf-fall, leaf-bare is here! May not be having very many meetings, we need to keep hunting! A leaf-bare poem:

Since the leaves are gone,

There's ice on the pond

Snow will be falling,

Birds will stop calling.

The prey will be scarce,

Hunting Warriors in pairs.

Leaf-bare is here,

Green-cough is near.

Medicine-cats working hard,

With the medicine that is Tart.

Kits become apprentices to help with the hunt,

But not all, because there is a runt.

Leaf-bare is tough,

But we'll see it through.

This season is rough,

The prey think so too.