The moon had reached its peak within the dark sky, wreathed in the ethereal glow that often accompanied it during nights when the uncanny chill of the changing seasons blew through bare branches and rattled dying leaves. The light it gave off was weak, but even still just managed to cast shadows into FallClan's camp and illuminate the rounded figure of Wrenhop as the dust brown she-cat slunk out of the warrior's den. Her joints were sore from the cold, and the pain of it had awoken her from a subpar snooze she'd fallen into when the sun had just begun to sink below the horizon. In truth she hadn't expected to sleep the whole night through, but she'd hoped to. The disappointment was clear on her face as she padded slowly out into the middle of the camp and scanned around to see if anyone else was awake. There had been a few empty nests in the den, so naturally she'd assumed that their occupants were either patrolling or also unable to sleep and finding a way to occupy their time.

Leaning into a long stretch, the she-cat's tail curled at the tip as she dug her claws into the dirt and tightened and loosened her grip on the clumps of earth once or twice, her maw opening to let out a wide yawn.