Well this is it. The final story in the Demon Clans series. Thanks to all you readers who stuck by this far! Now enjoy!

Starclan

"What is there to do now?" spoke Lionstar as he looked around the edges of the pool of water where the other cats sat. Almost all had stars dancing on their pelts and each was very concerned.

"We must do whatever we can," spoke Applemind. His brown fur was one of the few without stars. Even though the Cursed Forest was destroyed and the specials were allowed to mingle with the Starclanners it was impossible for any of them to get the trademark stars on pelt.

"I had a vision of events to come," spoke Visionfur. Her golden eyes stayed away from Grayfang, a true Starclanner, who was next to Applemind's side. Sure she accepted that Applemind had chosen Grayfang for his mate, it was just that she couldn't really help how she felt. "And…unless we do something, it's going to get horrible fast."

"Great," groaned Lilystream. The pure white she-cat was another without stars. A special made leader who paid the price for becoming something she was not allowed to be. Starclan now accepted her leadership and they were alright with her taking back her leader name but she refused. "As if we didn't have enough problems to deal with."

"But we did figure out a way to stop Risingdawn," said Darkpaw. The coal black tom was the youngest of the group, a cat that went to Starclan too early in his life. "That idea we thought of will stop him."

"Of course it will," spoke Robinfang, the last member of the little group. "However, even if we do take care of him, what about the others? His four subordinates and even Milkpaw? Honestly, I'm worried about the other specials."

"Let's just hope they were able to stop Milkpaw," Lilystream lifted her paw and stirred the water in the pool. Like all the times she tried before, only her reflection stared back at her. She hissed in annoyance. Like all the times she had tried in the past the pool refused to show her the location of Flameclaw or the specials.

Lilystream knew she shouldn't get this angry at the pool but she was just worried for everyone. Especially Cinderstream, her last living relative. Well, that was a bit of a lie. Sandstream was also probably still alive but she didn't count. She was a traitor to the clans and should not be thought of as a clan cat at all.

"I know you're frustrated," said Grayfang gently to her daughter. "But there is nothing we can do for now. All we can do is wait."

"I know," spat Lilystream, "And that's what I don't like about this." Her tail flicked angrily behind her. "But I don't like it. Not at all."

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Rosefang's eyes focused on the water before her. She could sense her apprentice, Larchpaw, next to her. He was also focused on the water before him. She felt proud of the young apprentice. He was catching onto the hunting techniques of Streamclan rather quickly. His fighting skills left much to be desired but at least he was getting somewhere.

"Take this!" Larchpaw's paw shot out and connected with a fish in the water which he promptly scooped out and dropped on the side of the stream.

"Good job," purred Rosefang.

Larchpaw looked up at his mentor proudly. "I can't wait to show this to Ivypaw. She will be shocked by this huge fish!"

Rosefang purred. "That she will be. You can go now. Take the rest of the day off. It's a reward for you."

Larchpaw nodded happily before running back in the direction of the camp.

Rosefang watched him go for a couple of moments before focusing her attention on the other side of the stream. She narrowed her eyes and she saw the flash of orange again. She sighed. "Honestly."

Like all Streamclan cats, she did not fear water. In fact she loved it. This was no time for that however. Ever since Rosefang was a kit she was different than most cats. She didn't understand it at first but it all became clear to her after Watertail's death.

"Okay," she said to the cat behind a tree. "I know you're back there." She stepped closer so she could see who it was. An orange tom with golden eyes. Hmmm. He looked familiar, but where had she seen him before?

The tom looked at her in surprise. "How?" he asked. "How is it you are able to see me."

Rosefang sighed again. Same thing again. Honestly, couldn't they think of some other question to ask. "Cause I can," she replied. "So, have any unfinished business to do or what?"

"What are you talking about?" asked the tom in confusion.

Oh Starclan. Rosefang took a deep breath. She had to stay calm. "Okay, let me say this extra slowly for you. The reason why you are here is because you have unfinished business. Let me know what it is so I can help you." Rosefang was a very special cat indeed. She may not know what the things she talked to were called but she had the ability to talk to ghosts.