This is the third story in the Demon Clans series. It would be in your best interest to go back and read the other stories. For this story I have decided that you readers can make up your own specials that will appear in the story!
Flightwing glanced up at the trees around her. The trees seemed to watch her every step through this dirt path. "What the heck am I saying?" she whispered, "Trees can't speak. I'm just being paranoid." She saw the trees thin out. She paused. Before her the dirt path seemed to turn into something white with black markings. She took a careful paw step on it. When nothing happened she placed all four paws on it. Whatever it was it was making her paws feel cold.
"Good. You're here." Flightwing looked up to see a large brown tom, "Come on. Let's get you signed in."
"What are you talking about?" asked Flightwing, "What's going on? And what is this stuff?"
"It's marble," said the tom tiredly, "Now come on."
"Marble?" wondered Flightwing, "What the heck is marble?" She followed the tom to a small hole in the marble, just wide enough for a paw.
"Put your paw there," said the tom, "Every day after you are finished with your work you will do this."
"Work?" asked Flightwing, putting her paw on the hole. A mark seemed to appear in the hard marble as she picked her paw up.
"You are assigned to be a hunter. You will go out every day at the first gong to hunt. At the fifth gong you are to retire to your dorm."
"Dorm?" wondered Flightwing.
"Look!" snapped the tom, "Just follow the marble path. It will lead you to the dorm building. Your room is 345."
"What?"
"Just go."
Flightwing hurried away from the tom and walked down the marble path. It led to what the tom called a building. Small holes were cut into the building, and there seemed to be many buildings everywhere.A black she-cat met Flightwing at the entrance of the building. "Follow me. And don't dawdle." Flightwing nodded and the she-cat took Flightwing through a hole in the building. Inside there were many rooms carved out of the marble. Over each room was what Flightwing thought was a number. The black-she cat took her to a room near the back of the building. "This is your room. Get some rest. Tomorrow you report for work." The black she-cat waited until Flightwing was inside the room before leaving.
The room had four moss beds and nothing else. Three of the beds were occupied by cats. Two of them looked up as she entered. The other was sleeping in the back. "You must be the new one," said an orange tom, getting up from his spot, "I'm Skypelt. And this is Visionfur."
"Flightwing."
"That bed is yours," said Visonfur flicking her gray tail to the moss bed on her right, "By the way I get visions of the future. Skypelt here can control his shadow and-hey wake her up! She needs to meet our fourth roommate!"
"Alright, alright," grumbled Skypelt. He got up and poked the cat, "Hey! Get up!"
"Wha?" The cat rolled over and Flightwing gasped. The cat settled her blue eyes on Flightwing and jumped to her paws, "Flightwing!"
"Lilystar!" Flightwing raced over to her sister and buried her head in the white she-cat's fur, "Lilystar! You're here!"
The white she-cat backed away from Flightwing, "I'm sorry but I am no longer Lilystar. My name is now Lilystream. My warrior name."
"What are you talking about?" cried Flightwing, "You're Lilystar! Former leader of Nightclan!"
Skypelt and Visionfur turned to Lilystream, "Is that true?" asked Skypelt, "Were you really a leader?"
"It's all in the past," said Lilystream, "It doesn't matter anymore."
"Lilystar…" whispered Flightwing, "Why?"
"Flightwing. I wish you didn't join here so soon," said Lilystream, "Life here...Flightwing. I wish I was sent to the Place of No Stars instead."
Well that's the first chapter!