Looming shadows of past traditions. [PHIGHTING X WARRIOR CATS]

displaced but loyal.

Desertclan.
Or as it is known by elders: The Lost Temple.

As the name states, it is similar to one of a desert, the sun beaming down on the little coverage that scattered the sandy, rocky, and burning land where multiple paws had stepped upon.

Small kits would think it is hard for the felines there to live, and as they question the oldest yet weakest millions of questions, one is the most common;
"Are they a clan like us?"

Which, it is partly true, as they do gather around on halfmoons to celebrate their victories, brag about recent fights that they won, share unique stories, or just be there to just be there. Most think that they don't have a leader, surprisingly they do, which was one that nocat there dared to speak against, Scythestar.

A lot think that she's a former rogue and a male hence the name and how it was suitable for a hecat, although they're quickly shushed and told the brutal tales of the Monophthalmic shekitty. Broad, brawny, and baleful. All cats knew who she was immediately by just a simple glance, with little information on her form or not, she almost perfectly fitted a one-worded or two description with the right words.

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The winds roared overhead as a third quarter moon shined within the star scattered sky, some sworn to be brighter, like they were closer to land, and having a green tint. It was a hallucination to the average feline that didn't not Desertclan's unique ways, but to them it was a sign of participation from their fallen friends, waving hello. Some older cats told the youngest ones that whenever they saw the green tint immediately fade away that they invited the spirits to come down and dance with them, and the winds chills were proof of their presence. For such a threatening and rogue-like clan, it was peaceful, welcoming, warm, everything opposite of what you would expect.

Perched atop of a rock that wasn't far but had enough distance to hold a privated conversation laid Scythestar, besides her the medic of the lands, Medkits.  (just so he doesn't get confused with a kit bc yk....medKIT)

SCYTHESTAR ┈ " Has the True Aah sayd anythin' yet? What about Starclan, eh? "

She questioned, looking over at the curmudgeonly hekitty who was laid down on the smooth material of the boulder beneath them.

MEDKITS ┈ " I haven't heard anything from any of them, although its a good thing I haven't as there won't be anything dangerous near. "

He huffed, looking up at his leader before looking away, chin rested on his paws, obviously calming down a little bit. He closed his one eye before jumping after a loud, annoying voice broke the silence, one as he could recognize as Broker.

MEDKITS ┈ " Do that one more time and. . . never mind. "

He began, getting up to his mits only to be silenced by a glare from Scythestar, looking away as to not anger the larger shekitty. It didn't take a genius to figure out why it was a bad idea to continue that sentence to the deputy of someone who would easily tear him apart. Broker just smiled and sat down next to Scythestar, his shorter fur colliding with the long fur of the Mainecoon besides him, looking loving up at his easily frustrated partner (ref) who was staring directly at the medic.

BROKER ┈ " It's fine, he's always a big grouch, like always. "

He hummed, sliding down into a laying position, legs spread out in front of him. The exotic shorthair leaned into the smoke patterned feline, looking at her silver fur with silence before he spoke up.

BROKER ┈ " You know, you're hypnotizing. "

The smaller smiled, earning a small smirk out of the taller besides him as she chuckled, raising a paw to ruffle the top of his cranium, slightly messing up the fur before she lowered herself to curl around the exotic shorthair. The actions earned a disgusted scoff out of Medkits who rolled his one eye.

SCYTHESTAR ┈ " Eh, ya're always hatin' on romance to the point aah ignore it, 'Kit. "

The long furred sneered, then she looked up at the sky where the sun was beginning to set and the moon began to rise, in which Medkits instinctively got up and flicked his tail as his own wordless way of saying goodbye. She watched the doctor pick up his pace as to get to the Deities Stone quicker, and to avoid listening to that stupid Mountainclan medicine cat and "how good of a leader Substar" was. He didn't want to listen to someone yap about the same cat that ripped out his eye when he was once a cat of those cold fields.

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Nearby the Deities' Pool, Medkits was met with Vinestaff, the Jungleclan medicine cat, Orb, that whiny Mountainclan cat, and Boombox, the Valleyclan cat. He took in majority of their forms, Vinestaff being a beautiful lilac cream pelted Ragamuffin, in which he wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the felines in Jungleclan could be described as gorgeous as well. He looked over at Orb, a scowl on his features as he took in the long coat of the gray Norwegian Forest cat, the cocky smile on his face ticked him off bad as he just looked at Boombox, a tuxedo manx, to bring his mind off that bold hekitty before turning to the dark cave entrance that led to the Deities' Pool. A small huff escaped the older hecat's vocal cords as he swore he heard a snicker from Orb, in which he would guess that the younger would likely make a comment about how "he should retire since he was so old", which did rile him up but he just ignored it. The four began walking, Medkits and Vinestaff side by side while Orb yapped to Boombox about something that happened back at Mountainclan, he never bothered to listen to the horror stories, neither did Vinestaff majority of the time but she never said anything like Medkits who would shut him up immediately. Right at the hallow's entrance, the eldest medicine cat walked in first, which was followed by Vinestaff then Boombox then Orb. It was always a tradition for the oldest to go first while the youngest remained in the back.

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There was the shimmering pool that all herbalists touched noses with, the cave curving downwards which prevented any feline from looking beyond the four tail lengths of the small pond that seemed like an endless stream, although no cat tried to figure out what lies beyond, as the gentle hands of the water always seemed to stop them with ease, like it was pleading for them to stop and turn around. Medkits knelt down before falling into slumber to share dreams with Starclan, the rest followed. The older hekitty perked his one eye open gently to note all the others were asleep before finally touching noses with the liquid. An all-too-familiar green lit up, specifically in his direction as he fought against the threatening slumber for a few minutes before falling, now face to face with spirits of The True Eye and some Starclan figures within the background, they never bothered to stop the murmurs he would share with the green tinted ghosts to avoid angering them. He only had one thought in mind at the moment.

What did they have for him now?