Heat beats down from above, reflecting off the soft sand beneath your paws and thoroughly warming your body. You breath in the dusty air; the smell of crushed, crisping plants fills your nose.
This is a harsh environment. All is dry, dull, stony. It seems as though nothing could live here - and yet, there are shrubs growing through cracks in stone. Birds swooping and diving over head. Tall trees breaking the harsh horizon. Mice scuttling between the sands. And is that...cats outlined against the sunset? It can't be - soft, pampered cats couldn't survive in this place.
"And yet we do," A sharp, croaky voice breathes in your ear, "And it's because we aren't soft, or pampered. We're wild."
You spin around - but there's nothing there, only the wind.
"We are WildClan, outsider. And you're intruding on our territory."
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