Fangstar padded out of his den. Thunderpaw could tell his father was tired from the heat and loss of prey. The fresh-kill pile was at it's lowest since the last gathering. Firclan was at it's knees, and other clans might be able to take advantage of that, since they had the extra jut of territory at the highrocks. "Hot day," said Thunderpaw's brother, Swiftpaw, coming back from hunting patrol. Two had been sent out, so hopefully there would be enough prey to go around.
"I'll say," Thunderpaw meowed back. The fir trees rustled, dead needles falling to the ground, as the second patrol came back.
"There is a new stream coming from Brookclan's rivers!" A cat yowled. "Water!" Fangstar perked up and strutted over to his deputy. There was a heated discussion, and then Fangstar walked to the highest rock at the base of the highrocks, and yowled to his clan.
"All cats old enough to climb the highest fir tree, gather at the baserock for a clan meeting!" Cats padded over, and soon everyone was gathered. "The second hunting patrol found a new stream from the river of Brookclan, and it is decided the apprentices will gather moss and soak it in the water, to give it to the clan. Mentors should assist." He leapt down and nuzzled Thunderpaw. Finding his mentor, Rednose, they set off with the others, the Warriors and apprentices from the second patrol leading the way.
Thunderpaw was about the fastest there, and every time he took a step, the sound his paw made, from the contact with the ground sounded like thunder, hence the apprentice's name. Scooping the moss in his paw out of the water, he dashed back to camp, other apprentices treading after him.
Thunderpaw's paw pads were sore and scabbed over after so much running. Although, everyone was thankful for the water. Fangstar was walking around the camp with Whiteclaw, the clan's deputy, telling cats they could go to the gathering as everyone else shared tongues. 
I blushed, there were so many cats!
