This is my first Fan Fic that I will actually be adding chapters to. I will try to update every weekend and any other time I can, but sometimes I might not be able to. I hope you enjoy! (Just FYI, this is set long after Bramblestar's Storm but is still in the lake territory.)

The cool winds of the moor blew in Larkpaw's face as she stood at the Windclan border. The scents of nearby patrols flooded her senses, making her turn her head and rush back to the ThunderClan camp.

As she stepped through the thorn barrier, her brother, Aspenpaw, trotted up.

"Hey, Larkpaw! I was wondering if you could come help me collect some catmint. Ashpool told me that even though Dustblaze only has white cough, she still wants to stay ahead of the game" he meowed.

"Sure," she replied, absentmindedly. Tonight was the gathering, and she had a very sickly feeling in her stomach. Something was going to happen.

Larkpaw and Aspenpaw trudged through the undergrowth to the Two-Leg garden where the catmint grew. Once they had collected as much as they could carry, the two trotted off in the direction of the camp.

Stepping through the thorn barrier, Larkpaw was greeted by her mentor, Songfeather. The tabby she-cat's green gaze rested on Larkpaw, stern, but she could see the weariness in her eyes. Songfeather was the temporary deputy, since the permanent one, Dovelight, was expecting Amberstar's kits.

"You two are coming to the gathering tonight, so make sure you get some rest and eat something before we go," Songfeather meowed before trotting off to Moonflame, her mate.

"Great, another thing to make me stumble in my assessment tomorrow," Larkpaw muttered. Her warrior assessment was supposed to be the next day, and she wanted to be at her very best. Aspenpaw led her to the fresh kill pile where she selected a nice fat shrew before heading to her nest for a couple seconds of sleep.

"Larkpaw! Larkpaw! Are you going to sleep like a badger all day? It's time to go to the gathering!" Songfeather called through the entrance to the apprentice's den. Larkpaw let out a sigh. She didn't see the point in continuing the gatherings. The elders told stories of how before they were even born, there were four clans not just one.

ThunderClan was the only clan to survive, though no cat knew what happened to the rest of the clans. ShadowClan, WindClan, and RiverClan were all gone, their territories as deserted as the Two-Leg nest in the ThunderClan territory.

Larkpaw trotted out of the den, and together, ThunderClan began the long walk to the island where the "gathering" would be held.

The group arrived at the tree-bridge and while attempting to cross, Larkpaw's sisters Silverpaw and Sweetpaw collided on the end of the tree, resulting in a splash as the pair plunged into the lake. While the clan was discussing things specifically hidden for the "news", Larkpaw noticed several cats trot onto the island shore. Six cats, to be exact.

Cats quieted and shifted to make way for the newcomers. The group regally stalked to the front of the pack and a grey she-cat with blue eyes and black ears, paws and tail tip stepped forward.

"Greetings, ThunderClan. My name is Echo, and we are the leaders and medicine cats of RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan."