A stunned silence greeted Echo's words, but it quickly morphed into chaos.
"SILENCE!" Amberstar yowled. "Echo, I believe some of my clan mates, as well as me, are confused. Please explain more." A brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes stepped up beside Echo.
"There is nothing to explain. You, ThunderClan, are the only full clan left. Our ancestors have appeared to us and told us that we are the ones to rebuild their clans. Each of us have been called out and we are ready to help save the rest of the Clans!" The she-cat meowed, triumphantly.
"My friend, Willow, is right. We are here and ready to start," Echo's announcement was once again met with silence.
"Could you at least introduce yourselves?" Sweetpaw asked, cautiously.
"Of course," Echo meowed simply, " My name is Echo, of course and I am the leader. Willow is my medicine cat, and we are from ShadowClan."
A white tom with green eyes and one black ear stepped forward. "My name is Leaf, and this," he gestured to a Cream colored tom with green eyes, "Is Apple, my medicine cat. We are from RiverClan."
A blue/grey she-cat with silver eyes hopped up beside Leaf and Echo. "I am Primrose, the leader of WindClan. This is my medicine cat, Violet." She pointed with her tail to a black she-cat with violet eyes and white ear tips.
"Greetings to all of you," Songfeather meowed dipping her head. "But, why are you here?"
"Oh, that," Violet responded, waving her tail. "We were told by StarClan-". Her words were cut off abruptly as a piercing light lit the sky. As the clan watched the light, Larkpaw found herself being thrown into darkness. Her vision cleared, and she saw several cats standing around her.
"What should we do with her, Bramblestar?" a grey she-cat asked.
"I'm not sure, Mistystar. We'll have to see what happened to her, and why she's here," a dark brown tabby tom replied. Larkpaw opened her eyes to see not just two, but many cats before her. She glanced around. Yes, she was still on the island, but this was more cats than all of ThunderClan.
"Where am I?" she asked, groggily.
"You're at a gathering," the tom- Bramblestar?- replied. Then, realization hit Larkpaw like a tree.
"I went back to the past," she whispered.
