The sun blared down on the wide expanse of dust covered, dried up, mud. There hadn't been rain for weeks now, and the Clans were suffering. Worst then all the rest, were SunClan. There camp was based in the centre of the never ending "desert". They were starving, desperate, always begging other Clans to help them survive. But the others refused. And so SunClan, hopeless and weak, lugged themselves forward and continued to hunt and patrol. Other Clans, such as ForestClan who wasn't affected so badly by the heat wave, called SunClan "the living dead". So she ate it. And then she got careless.