Panting, a tiny body trudged across the sand. It sees figures before passing out.

"Is he going to be okay Lionfeather?" A voice awoke the kit from his sleep.

"Yes, Cinderstar. He will be just fine. You may want to come up with an excuse on how we got him before the clan wakes up," Another voice filled his ears. His eyes fluttered open.

"Hello, little Blazekit. how are you feeling?" A cream cat was leaning over him.

"G-Good," The kit sputtered out words, his throat dry as the desert outside.

"Well, you're okay now," A gray cat meowed from behind the cream cat.

"My name is Lionfeather, and this is Cinderstar," The cream cat introduced themselves.

It was a long period before Blaze even sat up. He ached all over and his pelt was brighter than it normally was. He coughed and a cloud of sand popped from his mouth.

"Oh you poor thing, here lets get you some water," Lionfeather went over into a different room, and came back with moss, soaked in water.

"Here, drink from this," He set the moss in front of Blazekit. Cinderstar padded in.

"Lionfeather, we can't just say he was a kit wandering alone in the desert, they'll never believe us," Cinderstar discussed with Lionfeather.

"We could tell the truth." He suggested.

"I can't. I can't let you tell them you broke the code.

"Cinderstar, we could say the father doesn't want it to be known." He sat beside her. She turned towards him.

"That is what we'll say." She looked down at the kit. His orange tabby pelt lightened by the light and sand. His eyes big balls of green, cut open at the centre.

"Lionfeather," Cinderstar paused.

"Yes?"

"Do you think it's him?"

"It just might be."