Untold stories of the warrior cats

The beginning

It was a warm, sunny, humid, green'leaf day. The dried up mud was scorching hot. Heatherclan was struggling, having to keep the kits inside the nursery. Mocha'kit was playing moss-ball with her sister, Cedar'kit. ''Ha, won't get this one!'' Mocha'kit squeaked, in a loud, enthusiastic tone. The panting of other cats could be heard by even the dens farthest away. Mocha'kit peered outside.  ''Poppy'feather? Why can't we go outside?'' Poppy'feather lifted her head from her paws. ''The ground is hotter than the air.'' She meowed gently. ''But I want Grey'tuft to tell us stories!'' Cedar'kit mewed from the opposite side of the den. ''I'm sorry, you'll burn your paw pads. I don't want you to get hurt!'' Poppy'feather explained, setting herself up onto her haunches. Poppy'feather opened her jaws in a long yawn. Mocha'kit sighed, fighting the urge to argue. ''I'm thirsty..'' Cedar'kit whined.