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LostClan
A Clan lost in time
There are legends of a fourth Clan, forgotten long ago. They are now known as LostClan, after their original name was forgotten. What happened to this Clan? How did they become lost? Are the stories true, or is it just a story to entertain the young cats, and puzzle the minds of the older?
No living cat knows, and even if NightClan, the Clan of the passed, knows, they won't tell.
Some say there is no need to ponder about whether these cats existed at some point, because they are gone now, and will not come back.
But there are cats who believe LostClan is out there somewhere, waiting to be found.
Chapter 1
I first learned of LostClan when I was a young kit. I would sit in the elder's den for long lengths of time just listening to all the stories and myths of the Clan over and over again. They always mystified me.
I remember one time when I was kit, I ventured out of camp to the edge of our territory to where the elders said LostClan's territory once was. That was one of my proudest moments. I also remember pretending to be a member of LostClan. The legends say they were excellent swimmers. My Clanmates always shook their heads when they saw me swimming in the river, or fishing. They will never understand, I suppose that is how I got the second part of my warrior name.
I am Mistymyth of GrassClan, and I know LostClan is out there somewhere.
I stared into the water, Wait for it, wait for it I thought. And suddenly I flashed my paw out into the water and pulled out a fish. I killed it with a swift bite to the neck, and placed it by my first fish.
"Still caught up in the past Mistymyth, hahaha," laughed a cat, Barktail, from behind me. Barktail is my brother. He believes I am out of my mind, and never misses a chance to make fun of me for it. His antics especially started up a few moons ago, just before we were made warriors. I accidentally slipped on a rock while fishing and landed wrong on my leg and broke it. He was made a warrior while I was stuck in the medicine cat den.
"You're just jealous you can't do this," I responded.
"Ya, like I'd want to get my fur wet catching fish when I can eat prey like mice and voles. You can keep your fish and..." Barktail was interrupted by a cat who emerged from the bushes.
"Stop bickering you two, NightClan knows how annoying it is," meowed Willowsplash, my friend. She is the only cat who understands my love of the water, and while she is rather reluctant when she goes in the water, once she's in she loves it. She doesn't share my thoughts on Lostclan though.
"Not my fault you two are mousebrained weirdos," Barktail murmured as he walked away, mumbling to himself.
"Ya, leave, we don't want you here anyways," Willowsplash yelled after him.
I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, is there any particular reason you came looking for me?" I asked my friend.
"Oh, right. Frogleap was asking for you, and I told him I would look for you."
Frogleap was the oldest elder in our Clan. He was nearly blind and was losing his hearing, but he could jump, even at his old age. He often called upon me when there had been a lack of kits and apprentices visiting, he loved telling stories.
"Ok, tell him I'll be there soon. I want to go for a quick swim before I go back to camp," I told my friend before diving into the water.
This chapter is rather short, but I promise the next ones will be longer. I promise that soon I will make a list of all the important cats of the Clans. Please review, the lives of these cats depend on it. Helpful suggestions are always appreciated.