Delicate jet-masked head pivoting slightly, brilliant golden eyes peered into the distance, where a pale violet haze engulfed the mountains to his right, but the vast landscape that sprawled before him was dappled with the looming peaks as well, though not nearly as far-off. In fact, he could hardly see the sky for the midnight-maroon pyramids majestically towering before him, bigger than life. Of course, there was plenty of shimmering sand and sloping dunes for him to cover before he actually reached the heavily shaded area. And now he began his trek, but could anyone actually whine about so much territory? Sure drought and lightning were threats, but it was highly unlikely that DesertClan would ever run out of prey, at least. Purring at the thought, and drowning in the incredibly tasty scents eminating from the jackrabbit dangling from his strong jaws, Hymnstar began to hike up a particularly steep dune, leaving a trail of pawsteps flowing along behind him, but were quickly whipped away by a gentle desert zephyr, leaving no trace at all. But, spinning quickly and consequentally both dropping his catch and slipping several feet down the dune, the sleek tom dove back up in a single bound and latched on, but looked around for the sound that spooked him. Ahh, the frenzied yelp of another hare, caught by none other than Dunewind. Smiling warmly, Hymnstar dipped his head to the warrior, but was unsure if he saw, for he was quite a distance away. But, trotting lighter than before to the peak of the massive hill of sand, baked hard enough to sit upon, the black and white tom turned to wait for the warrior, twitching his tail.

A sandy-colored tabby walked delicately along, her white paws only shifting the sand beneath her step slightly. In her jaws was a bundle of herbs, catmint to be more exact. She made her way silently back to camp, intent on not getting distracted or forgetful. 'You're a medicine cat now, you know that. Just remember where you place your emotions, Brightspire,' a voice said to the mottled brown and white cat warningly. Brightspire knew that voice anywhere, as it was one that pained her every time she remembered that it would never be heard mortally again. Flamesoul. The first cat she ever loved, the first of three "mates" that the troubled she-cat had. Ever since his accidental death, the medicine cat had been guided by him. But then, she met Blackpaw, a tom who had left the Clan days before his brother Soottail's warrior ceremony. She loved both of the toms, yet they weren't in DesertClan anymore. Now, Brightspire had problems with her emotions, causing her to be suspiciously reserved.

She stopped for a second when she heard Hymnstar's voice sound, along with another warrior's. Now she knew that she couldn't be caught in her own world, there were witnesses. Yet, deep down the young medicine cat knew that she would never forget the moons before her injury. That day had ruined her chances of returning to training, even though the casualty was healed, it was healed improperly. Since that day, Brightspire could no longer hunt because of a horrible limp. She could fight but hunting was impossible now, and she would be no use if she couldn't hunt for her Clan, as good as dead. But she had a purpose after the former medicine cat died. Having a fair knowlage of herbs and usage, she was the logical choice. Yet, her emotions keep her talents from showing clearly, until there is need.

"Hello Hymnstar. Dunewind. Hunting well today?" she meowed as she passed the toms. The rare words of the sandy brown tabby she-cat sounded unusual to her ears, even though they are gentle and beautiful in sound otherwise. She hadn't spoken for a while, thus she once again nearly forgot her voice. She definately took a noticeable affect of her emotions. Her pale green eyes were watching the toms, a guarded light surrounding the kind, gentle shade that deeply contrasted the sandy color of her fur.

A young apprentice streaked through the territory of DesertClan, not caring about scaring any prey. This was the careless Pebblepaw. With no mentor to guideteh young frisky tom. he never had to follow any rules or do anythign for anyone but the elders. And even then he liked to skip out on that whenever possible. His light gray-blue orbs glanced around and his pink nose twitched as he smelled his Clan ahead. Hymnstar was there. He zipped up to the cats he spotted imeadietly.

"Hi evryone!" he panted breathlessly, dipping his white and gray patched head i nwelcome and respect. He wasn;'t stupid enough to not respect cats around Hymnstar. "What are y ouall doing? Oh can I help? Is it hunting...oh do let me help!" he squeeked excitedly.