Yay! It's Demon Clans 5! I can't believe I was able to write this story for so long. Anyway, here's the prologue!

Flamepaw was in a large open field. Above him, in the dark sky shone thousands of stars, the light from them bathing the field in a soft glow. A soft wind blew from nowhere gently stroking his orange fur. Sitting on the grass in front of him was Flightwing. The she-cat's brown fur was a few shades lighter than the pair of bird wings that sprouted from her back.

Flamepaw's golden eyes watched Flightwing intently. "I hope you have a plan." He remembered his brother, Milkpaw, flying out of camp using black wings. The power he had copied from Flightwing. His brother was a special like him. Only, unlike Flamepaw, whose power was to be able to leave his body and travel around at will, his brother had the ability to copy the power of another special.

"We will stop him," promised Flightwing, "I won't let my friends die because of that cat." The fire in her eyes reduced. "There's nothing we can do about it now though. You are terribly injured in the real world. You would not be able to travel very far at this rate."

"But we have to do something!" cried Flamepaw, stepping towards her. "They are your friends! What if he steals their power!"

"Don't you think I know that!" cried Flightwing, startling Flamepaw. She looked down. "I hate not being alive. I can't do anything to really help them. But…you cannot go out and find them in your condition. The best thing for you is rest."

"But what if he finds them when I'm resting!" complained Flamepaw, "Then what?"

"He doesn't know where they are," said Flightwing, "No one knows where they truly are but me. It will take him a long time to find them. We have time to rest."

"Alright…"

Flamepaw woke with a start. It was that dream again. The same dream for the past two moons. "Guess she doesn't want me to forget," he thought stretching.

"Watch it Flameclaw," snapped Jumpsky, as he hit her in the side.

"Sorry," said Flameclaw, suddenly remembering that he was a warrior now. Barely a moon ago, Flamepaw was well enough to return to training. After an assessment, Cloudstar deemed that he was worthy enough to become a warrior. "I'm going to have to leave soon," he thought, remembering another conversation he had with Flightwing a while back.

"Flamepaw. I don't think you should travel alone."

"What do you mean? I'll be find by myself."

Flightwing shook her head, "You won't be. You have never been out of the clan borders. It's a lot harder to live out there than within the borders." She took a deep breath, "Don't be mad, but I talked to Twilight. I explained the situation the best I could and he is going to join you."

Flamepaw's mouth dropped in shock. "Twilight? As in the fox? Why?"

"Hear me out," pleaded Flightwing, "Twilight knows a lot about the outside world. He can help you. He can make sure you don't die on this trip."
Flamepaw looked away. He thought he would get to be the big hero and save the other specials. He knew that was selfish. "Okay."

"Good. Go talk to him once you know you are feeling better."

Flameclaw glanced at his mother, fast asleep in the center of the sleeping warriors. "I'm sorry," he thought, "You had to deal with Milkpaw disappearing, and now you have to deal with me doing the same."

He crawled out of the warriors den and took a deep breath of the morning air. He looked around, trying to soak up every inch of the camp. He didn't know when he would be back, or if he would be back at all. "This is not the time to be getting cold paws."

He turned his back on the camp and left quickly. Once in the forest, he ran as fast as he could. He didn't want to take it slow. He didn't want to find an excuse that would make him change his mind. He promised Flightwing he would help.

"There you are," said Twilight, jumping off the fallen log he had been sitting on. He was taking a big risk, waiting inside of Flameclan territory.

"Sorry," said Flameclaw, "Let's go."