Echostep: Welcome to my new story! I have written (and still writing) a story called "LostClan". This story is about a character in LostClan, named Echostep (my username :P) and this is kind of like the pre-quel to LostClan. Sorry if it's kind of confusing in the beginning, and my allegiance list is a spoiler alert but they all start out with their first name only, since they're rouges. - Kind of confusing sentence, but you'll figure it out when you read.

Please, read and review! :)

Allegiances:

HiddenClan

Leader: Angelstar

Deputy: Skyfall

Medicine Cat: Gingerleaf (Apprentice: Echopaw)

Warriors:

Oakfall (Apprentice: Petalpaw)

Snowcloud

Oceanmist (Apprentice: Spottedpaw)

Nighttears

Whisperheart

Icenose (Apprentice: Sweetpaw)

Apprentices:

Petalpaw

Sweetpaw

Spottedpaw

Echopaw

Queens:

Rainflower

Honeypelt

Kits:

Splashkit

Silkkit

Stonekit

Leafkit

Elders:

Mistsong


The ground came rushing up on him and he found himself lying on it. She had dropped him again. It knocked the wind out of him, too, but he dealed with it. It wasn't the first time she had done it.

"I'm so sorry, Echo," Whisper picked him back up. She was his older sister, but she wasn't all that good at being caring and careful. "It's just a little bit more. Angel knows were she is going."

He whimpered. They had walked for many miles, but he hadn't walked a step. He was a moon old and was being carried by his older sister, since their mother had died during the travel. Their father had left the group when she died, so all that was left of his family was Whisper.

He couldn't talk yet, only mumbling and whimpering. His legs weren't strong enough for him to walk, but if he could he wouldn't have walked anyways.

He wasn't alone, though. There were three other kits about the same age as him, being carried. He tried to remember their names: Petal, Sweet, and Spot. They were all she-cats, for that matter. They had their mothers. Petal and Sweet were sisters and their mother was Rain and their father was Ocean. Spot's mother was Honey and her father was Oak.

Angel was the leader of their group, and her truthful friend Sky followed her and supported her every step of the way. As for the eldest cat, Mist, was always judging Angel. He didn't like her all that well because Angel had had a dream, telling their group to get up from their comfy home and move to a supposed better home.

"We're almost there, everyone!" Angel exclaimed. "Just a few foxlengths!" She ran ahead from the group into the mist. They had been walking up a rocky path and mist had shrouded the area, implying they were up higher.

"We're here!" Angel yelled out, screaming to the sky. The group's pace moved a little faster and the mist cleared around a small, yet beautiful, area.

They found themselves standing in front of a calm, shallow pond with flat rocks surrounding it. A waterfall rushed nearby, filling the pond with fresh water. Fish milled in the river and a lush forest surrounded the small area. They discovered that behind the waterfall was a small walkway, long enough for the cats to travel through, and a cave lay behind it. The cats filled the cave and it was big enough for each one of the cats to lay in their own area, and more space for other things. There were also tunnels and other caves within the cave.

It was perfect.

"Angel! Angel! Angel!" The group chanted out her name. This place was even better than their old home; they had to hollow out trees by themselves and live inside of it. She smiled and purred at her group, proud and happy to have lead them all to this perfect place.

Angel's facial expression changed to emotionless suddenly, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She collapsed to the floor. Ginger, the cat that helped and cared for the group, rushed over to Angel. She touched her nose to Angel's fur and told the group, "She's fine. She must have passed out from exhaustion."

Sky immediately took charge. "Angel has lead us here. While she is resting, we should fix this place up. We should make homes for everyone."

"Sky," Ginger spoke up. "Since this cave has other caves-or rooms—should we make rooms according to age? For example, we could keep the smaller cats in a separate den with their mothers and then—"

Ginger was cut off. Angel jumped right up and exclaimed, "Clan!"

"What?" Whisper meowed. "What is a… Clan?"

"It's…" Angel thought of the words to explain the amazing idea. "It's a group, like us, that has ranks. There is a leader, a deputy, or a co-leader, and warriors. The leader, deputy, and warriors help protect the Clan from any harm. They also hunt and provide the Clan with food. And the youngest cats, named kits, live in a separate den called a nursery."

She breathed from her explanation, but she continued, "They grow up to be apprentices. Apprentices are cats that train to be warriors. And… and the kits' mothers are called Queens. Queens tend to their kits, and after their kits have grown up they move back to their position as warrior, deputy, or leader. There is also a cat named a medicine cat. They heal the Clan but do not hunt and cannot have a mate. A leader sorts out all of the Clan's problems and decides on the hardest choices. The deputy sorts out things called patrols, the groups that warriors travel in when they hunt. Deputies also take command if the leader is away traveling or is just out of the Clan's area."

"Wow. That was a lot to take in." Mist meowed. "But I understand. A Clan is faithful and organized."

"Yes, thank you, Mist," Angel dipped her head to him. "If you all agree to this Clan idea, raise your tail tips!"

Everycat raised their tails and purrs broke out everywhere. "Let's get this place cleaned up then!"