Now you will all get to begin to see Dewflower's brilliant idea... and enjoy hanging off a 20-mile-high cliff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.

Rainpaw felt like she was in two places at once. She was walking the skies, but she felt like she was also in the forest, making the journey to Highstones like she did every half-moon, and had done that night. The only differences were that she was alone, and she wasn't going to Mothermouth or the Moonstone, and nor was there a Windclan to complain about trespassing. And she wasn't going to get help from Starclan. She was helping them.

Rainpaw would have run all the way, but she felt like she could take all the time in the world to get there. This wasn't something she was eager to do. Then her dream came to mind. What if someone had seen her when she had stumbled across Demonclan a few moons ago? Would they be expecting her? It worried her. So what if Starclan died? What if her spirit was killed while her body below slept? What would happen? Starclan wouldn't be there to grant her life back.

It felt like a forever had passed before Rainpaw finally reached the mountain in which Demonclan dwelled. With loathing she scrambled up to the ledge where the lava tube was, then went inside. She was greeted by darkness and a dank smell. Like the medicine cats did in Mothermouth, Rainpaw padded her way along the cave until the light from the cave's entrance was obscured by the corners and turns in the cave, then simply trusted her senses as she meandered through the cave. She came to the lava stream, which provided light. She remembered this place and knew she wasn't far from her dreaded destination. It was only a few minutes before she heard the voices of the clan and saw the red glow shed by the dancing lights called fire which Demonclan had somehow managed to harness. She wondered if the fire could be brought to the earth, to her clan…

She suddenly remembered where she was and what could happen if she let her mind stray too long. Drawing her attention to the shadow-cats in front of her, Rainpaw was careful not to let herself get into plain sight. She looked around for Tigerstar and found him talking with another cat. The clan didn't seem like it was acting much different than it was when she found it, which was a good sign. Rainpaw would've liked to have left now, but she knew Froststar would want a detailed explanation of what was going on. Rainpaw scanned the room, looking for suspicious activities. Nothing seemed out of ordinary (or at least the "ordinary" she knew), so she relaxed as much as she could and continued with the surveillance.

As she looked at the activities going on, Rainpaw realized that this clan was actually pretty normal. They sat with each other and talked, play-fought, followed their ultimate leader's commands. Sometimes a cat would get up and check the fires. And it wasn't like they were from another world entirely—Rainpaw could understand what they said. She didn't know what qualifications one needed to have to come here instead of Starclan, but Rainpaw figured you probably had to be a traitor, crime-committer, etc. to get here. But then Rainpaw noticed that the longer she looked at them, the more of their original selves she could see—they became more like Starclan, the original cat's shape, with a sort of silvery, fiery glow. But these cats seemed to soak up light rather than emit it, which explained why they needed the fire. But why were they here in the first place?

When Rainpaw decided that she had been there long enough to give a good intelligence report to Froststar, she slowly backed away and turned around. Rainpaw also wanted to know more of the story behind the clan.

Rainpaw had almost gotten to the lava stream when she bumped into something. It wasn't a rock; it was too soft. It seemed… alive. Rainpaw ran towards the lava to get some light to see by and saw what she had ran into. A cat. From Demonclan. "Hello, Rainpaw," it said slyly. Rainpaw recognized the voice.

Flamepaw.