Leader of Windclan
Desertstar
At the entrance to the cave, Desertstar emerged, her golden eyes adjusting quickly to the dark after venturing out by herself to scope out the rugged terrain. The cave's entrance was small, just large enough for a cat to slip through, leading to a spacious chamber that provided ample room for the clan to settle. Its walls were a mixture of rough stone and moss, and the floor was covered in a thin layer of dirt and leaves that had blown in through the entrance. Gathered at the center, her clanmates formed a tight circle, their bodies pressed together for warmth against the chill that lingered in the air. They mewed softly to one another, their voices low and comforting as they conversed amongst themselves.
The clan had been there for a half a moon now, surviving on the lizards, amphibians and rodents that dwelled within the cave. It kept their bellies full, but she knew they couldn't survive on such meager meals for long. With long strides, she approached them. "I need those of you strong enough to hunt to go on a patrol," she began, her voice carrying through the cave, "The mountains are difficult to navigate, so I’ll need all of you to be careful when hunting, but I've marked a few safe routes for our warriors to follow."
