EchoClan: The Last Echo

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WARRIORS

THE LOST CLAN

Book One: **The Last Echo**

Book Two: **Wandering Spirits**

Book Three: **Ventured**

Book Four: Wilted Clouds

Book Five: Nine Souls

Book Six: Destined Words

Cover Art by CinnamonBagels

AUTHORS

**Writer:** **CinnamonBagels-**a writer of this novel

**Writer:** **IcyFrappe-**a writer of this novel

**Writer:** **TikiApple-**a writer of this novel

**Editor:** **Dreamurr-**an editor of this novel

**Editor:** **BUCKHØØD-**an editor of this novel

**Storyline Creators:** **CinnamonBagels, IcyFrappe & TikiApple-**the creators of this novel

ALLEGIANCES

ECHOCLAN

**Leader:** **Brackenstar-**slim golden tom with deep blue eyes

**Deputy:** **Frostedtuft-**pure white coated she-cat with blazing yellow eyes

**Co Deputy:** **//-**//

**Medicine Cat:** **Flinchedfall-**large white and tan slender tom-cat with yellow eyes

**Medicine Cat Apprentice:** **//-**//

**Senior Warriors:** **//-**//

**Warriors:** **Coyoterun-**slim grey and brown she-cat with bright yellow eyes

**Eelshock-**plump silver tom-cat that's missing one of his blue eyes

**Rabbitfoot-**long-haired white and red bicolored tom-cat with blue eyes

**Woodfoot-**slender and tall dark brown furred tom-cat with green eyes

**Apprentices:** **Bearpaw-**thin brown coated tom-cat with fiery amber eyes

**Thunderpaw-**sleek black and white tom-cat with piercing blue eyes

**Kits:** **//-**//

**Queens:** **//-**//

**Elders:** **//-**//

PROLOGUE

A cold wind blew across the forest as two cats wandered through the lush undergrowth. One was a pure white she-cat with piercing yellow eyes. The other was a light brown tom with deep-hued blue eyes.

"We're almost there." The sleek brown tom had mewed, concentrating on his surroundings as he continued to speak. "Frostedtuft, it's just beyond the woods."

Frostedtuft turned to the brown tom that was speaking and decided to pitch in. "Don't get too exited now, Brackenstreak. The ancient clan's camp must have been overgrown with plants by now. We've got a ton of work to do, so I suggest we get straight on it." Finishing her speech, Brackenstreak flattened his ears.

"Don't be so negative, Frostedtuft. The prophecy foretold that parts of the clan is still alive to this day, well, camp wise. So the camp must be okay." Brackenstreak had hoped to himself while saying these words. As the trees thinned out, a stone archway appeared. Entering the camp, the felines noticed that they were surrounded by bracken, brambles, and leaves that covered a clearing. A silver tabby tom missing an eye and a slim brown tom sat next to one another, just in the center of the clearing.

"We were wondering when you'd catch up." Said the one-eyed tom, ascending from his position. Frostedtuft dipped her head towards the two toms that sat isolated in the clearing, having Flinchedfall, her brother, Bearpaw, her friend, and Brackenstreak, her closest friend, trot up beside her. "Greetings Eelshock, Woodfoot." Brackenstreak warmly replied, concentrating on his surroundings, knowing this was a prior instinct for him to do.

"Is it true? Will the ancient clan return? Is this *our* new home?" Flinchedfall and Bearpaw excitedly asked Frostedtuft as they both gazed amongst the new camp grounds.

"Calm down, Flinchedfall and Bearpaw." Said Frostedtuft, showing little annoyance in her voice. "Bracken*star* has everything under control." Frostedtuft winked to her friend, noticing his brief sigh. "Don't call me Brackenstar until I have properly recieved my nine lives. It's a dishonor to StarClan." He spoke, sounding as wise as possible.

Brackenstar's own worry was deep within his clouded thoughts. Was this truly his destiny to be here in this new home? Were they supposed to bring back the ancient clan? Or could all of this just been a mistake?

CHAPTER 1

Eelshock licked his matted chest fur in the shelter of the temporary warriors den. Droplets of new-leaf rain was pouring down against the roof of the den. The tom heard a scuffling noise outside the den, perking his ears as he decided to pad out, the rain chilling his skin. Spotting a plump mouse behind the thick bramble wall of the warriors den, he crouched down, pressing his stomach against the dewy ground. As he sprang up towards the mammal, the creature flinched and darted off through the intwined brambles.

"Mouse Dung!" Eelshock hollered in annoyance. Mumbling angrily, the silvery tom padded out from behind the den and spotted Frostedtuft sitting in the center of the camp, isolated from the others.

Noticing Eelshock, Frostedtuft asked him what was wrong. "I missed the plumpest mouse in the forest." Eelshock responded, clearly angry.

"To be honest with you, if this happened to me I'd be just as flustered." The pure white she-cat said, trying to keep the laughter out of her mew. "I guess we should go somewhere else that has more open space to hunt." She ascended her rather slim frame, flicking her tail in order for Eelshock to follow her out from the camp.

The two felines padded into the dry canyons as a warm gust of wind brushed against their fur. The tom had dug his claws into the red earth to keep his balance, tasting the dry air and picking up the scent of a thrush. The she-cat crept towards a plump hare, wriggling its nose and standing in a stationary position in the distance. Eelshock pounced, but the bird attempted at flying away. Lucky for Eelshock, the bird was too late.

The tom wadded through the stream and spotted Frostedtuft strangling a hare until it was limp.

"I believe we should be getting back now, this shall do." Frostedtuft huffed, padding over to Eelshock. The silver tabby tom dipped his head in agreement, snatching onto his prey and padding beside the thick, white coated she-cat in the direction of their new camp.

CHAPTER 2

Arriving back at their new humble camp, both the cats tossed their prey into the pile. Eelshock trotted back to the temporary warriors den as Frostedtuft went to go sit beside Woodfoot. The two had a connection that Brackenstreak was not yet approving.

Flinchedfall was organizing herbs that were stashed in his den and Bearpaw was conversing with Coyoterun and Rabbitfoot. Coyoterun and Rabbitfoot were two fairly new cats to the clan that had recently joined after the great journey on the search for their camp. This is what Bearpaw was talking about with the two, how they had arrived here.

"And thanks to Frostedtuft opening up to Brackenstreak, we would have never been here by now." Bearpaw, sitting properly and speaking in awe had mewed. Coyoterun and Rabbitfoot smiled at the apprentice as he spoke. "Bearpaw, I think you are an astounding apprentice. You have been through so much and you continue to fight." Coyoterun commented, clearly interested in what Bearpaw had to say.

The young apprentice etched a smile along his face saying his thanks in appreciation. Witnessing his newly assigned mentor, he dashed over to her after excusing himself from the current conversation he was having with the two new warriors.

"Frostedtuft, Frostedtuft!" The apprentice chuckled as he approached his mentor. Not only was Frostedtuft Bearpaw's mentor, but she was also one of his fewest yet closest friend.

CHAPTER 3

Eelshock padded through the twisted trees. He opened his mouth to taste the air and caught a strange scent. It was cat scent, but very odd and complicated. It smelled like honey and mouse.