Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

So...I decided since I nothing to do right now, Im gonna finally start on that story I layed out like months ago. It'll be in parts since I'll mainly be on my ds, and I can't write alot on it. I'm gonna make it up as I go along too(That means I'll have to reread some things to make sure I don't get certain things wrong) XD Anywyas this is mostly just for my entertainment when I'm bored but anyone is welcome to read aswell. Just warning you now though. It's a pretty sad story in the beginning. Anyways here it goes....   

Part 1/Section1: Like it was yesterday...

December 26th 2010.

The day after christmas. The day a man who changed a hundred lives over and over again including my own died on the steps of a small church. Crazy huh? How can you feel good inside, be happy, look at life through the eyes of someone who sees the glass half full when something like that happpens, especially to someone close to you.

"R.I.P Curtis Richmon. An amazing friend, and hero. "

The small slate in the corner of the cemetary spelled the words out in small letters. I couldn't bear to look at it, because if I did memories would flow back in an instant. Memories of our good times together and bad. Mostly good though. Curtis always had a way of making things alright. I smiled, looking up at the sky knowing he was watching over me, his family, friends, and even Harvey. Boy, does that name bring back memories. Harvey Hayward the man who had the perfect life, and watched it all crash in minutes. I couldn't help but look down. Something in me just told me I had to look at the grave one more time. A picture of Curtis was positioned on the corner of the grave and for a second I swear it winked at me and smiled. I didn't dare blink. I didn't want to, because before I knew it I was swept away in my mind, back in time. Back when Curtis and I were standing by that trashcan fire, telling stories, and making jokes.

"Alright Joey enough of that nonsense. It's time you here a real story. The story of Harvey Hayward." Curtis' voice rang in my ears.

Oh. I remember that story. I remember every word, every person, and every pause he took telling it. I think it would be right to retell it just this once for old Curtis' sake.

PREVIEW TO SECTION 2:

   Now let's see...Oh yes! Curtis' always started his stories with a fairy tale beginning. Well just the first line...

It was a cold, and windy January 1st just like any other January 1st. Adults with enough sense in their minds were in their homes curled up next to a fireplace or heater. While the usual to-cool-to-care kids were freezing their butts off trying to seem like the snow around them didn't effect them, with their thin jackets, and expensive sneakers on, but in their minds they were swearing at eachother hoping someone would give in and go home that way they can that person a chicken. In reality the ones who stayed out were chickens. No sense at all. Harvey Hayward loved watching these kids freeze, and sometimes he would put his front yard sprinkler on just for the heck of it. Hey, it was the kids' fault for not thinking...