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Blackpaw

Blackpaw woke up bright and early the next morning. He quietly slipped out of the log and saw Silverwing was just waking up. Silverwing streached, then noticed Blackpaw, "What are you doing, up so early?" asked the older tom.

"I want to help with the morning hunt," answered Blackpaw.

Silverwing blinked, "Are you sure?" Blackpaw nodded, "Well, then come on."

Silverwing led the way through the forest constantly sniffing the air for fresh-kill. "I can't believe you do this every morning," said Blackpaw, "Getting fresh-kill for mother and us."

"Well, I have gotten used to it," He dropped into a hunter's crouch and slowly crept forward. He pounced and quickly silenced the life of a vole. "Well. One done."

Blackpaw took a deep breath and asked, "What is Starclan?"

Silverwing dropped the vole in shock, "What did you say?"

Blackpaw's eyes widen, "Did I say something wrong?"

"How do you know about Starclan? I know Sandstream would never teach it to you!"

"I had a dream… and this cat named Darkpaw… he told me about Starclan."

"How can this be?" whispered Silverwing, "How can you have dreams from Starclan?"

"Silverwing, what is Starclan," pressed Blackpaw. He was desperate for an answer now, "Tell me!"

Silverwing gave in, "Starclan are our warrior ancestors. At night the sky is called Silverpelt and every star there is a cat that has died."

"Then, does Windtail have a place there too?" asked the young tom.

Silverwing paused, then said, "Yes he does. But I want to know how you know about Starclan."

"A cat named Darkpaw came to my dreams and told me, that I must travel to the four clans. Where are these four clans? Are they the same ones my mother speaks so horribly about?"

"Yes. They are the same clans, at least that is what I think."

Blackpaw thought for a second, then said, "I'm going. I'm going to these clans. Silverwing? Do you know where they are?"

Silverwing paused, "No. But I know it is in that direction." He flicked his tail to the east, "That is the direction your mother came from."

Blackpaw took a step. He felt tugging. A tugging telling him to go there now. That he couldn't wait until tomorrow. "Wait," Silverwing handed him the vole, "Eat before you go."

Blackpaw gulped down the fresh-kill, "Thank you for raising me Silverwing." He dipped his head in respect before running east.

"How did he know about dipping his head?" wondered Silverwing, then he shrugged, "Doesn't matter. I have fresh-kill to catch."

Flightwing

Flightwing surveyed the camp from a tree branch. She saw Sparrowtail leading Firepaw out of camp, probably training. Coltpelt was guarding the entrance. Snaketail and Blacktail were talking by the fresh-kill pile, their apprentices Eaglepaw and Birchpaw were nearby as well. Bramblepelt and Brightclaw were returning from a hunt. Fresh-kill were in their jaws. Sunpelt and Silentheart were playing with Silverstorm's kits. Lilystar and Scareye were in Lilystar's den. Cinderpool was checking on the elders who were sitting outside, enjoying the nice morning. "Everything is so peaceful," thought Flightwing, "I hope nothing bad will happen to the clans."

Suddnly a voice seemed to say in her head, "Meet us at Four Rocks." Flightwing almost fell off the branch.

"What was that?" she wondered, "It sounded like Auraclaw's voice...could this be one of her powers?" She flew down and landed in the middle of camp startling Riverwind. "Oh sorry!" cried Flightwing before hurrying to Lilystar's den. When she was close she heard Lilystar cough.

"Are you alright?" came Scareye's voice from inside.

"I'm fine Scareye. Just a bit tired."

"Don't strain yourself. I can't believe have been hiding this from the whole clan all this time."

"Don't. Please Scareye," Flightwing could hear Lilystar cough again, "I don't want you to worry."

"But I will."

Flightwing decided it was time to talk, "Umm Lilystar?"

Flightwing heard scrambling coming from inside. Lilystar poked her head out, her fur was all rumpled and Flightwing could faintly smell blood on the she-cat, "Yes? What is it Flightwing?"

"I have to go to a specials meeting," said Flightwing, "Just wanted to tell you that."

"Of course. Go on," Lilystar laughed forcefully, "Just come back soon. Don't want those Treeclan cats stealing you away again."

"Of course Lilystar," Flightwing dipped her head before lifting into the sky. Flightwing looked back at Lilystar and saw her retreat back into her den. "What's wrong with her?" Flightwing pushed the thought out of her mind and flew towards the Four Rocks. When she got closer, she landed directly onto her rock just in time to see Scalefur jump out of the water like a silver fish and plop on his rock.

"Do you have to do that everytime?" growled Firewind, shaking water off his orange fur.

"Sorry," said Scalefur.

"Glad you made it," smiled Auraclaw from her rock, before turning to Firewind, "Why did you call us?"

"First, I would like to say the kit died."

Sighs of relief came from Scalefur and Auraclaw. Flightwing felt rage build up within her, "Why are you relived a kit died!?"

Scalefur almost jumped back into the river but Auraclaw calmly replied, "In our specials code, if another cat is born with special powers the older one will die within 24 moons time of any mean. However since the kit died it won't happen. He doesn't have a death wish."

"Oh," Flightwing shot a glance at the older orange tom. "I guess being a special is hard. It's horrible though. Firewind was worried about dying this whole time."

"What was the real reason?" wondered Scalefur, "I don't think you called us here for that reason."

Firewind nodded, "I had a dream. In the dream cats were battling foxes and a pale ginger she-cat was leading them."

Auraclaw and Flightwing stiffened, "It can't be Sandstream!" cried Flightwing.

"She is still alive," hissed Auraclaw.

"But how could she control foxes? She isn't a special," wondered Scalefur.

"I don't know," said Firewind, "But if anyone has a dream immediately come here. We will leave now." Firewind jumped off his rock and headed for Flameclan territory while Scalefur jumped into the water.

Auraclaw and Flighwing headed back together, "Hey Auraclaw, I was wondering…how do we contact each other anyway, if we do have a dream?"

"You send a message to me," said Auraclaw, "And I will tell the others." She noticed the confused look on Flightwing's face, "Well it's a bit complicated. Basically you think of telling me something and I will get the message. I don't understand it much myself."

"You're really strong," said Flightwing, "All I can do is fly. You can lift stuff and talk through minds!"

"I'm not that cool," protested Auraclaw.

Flightwing stopped, "I think…I think something is wrong with Lilystar."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Flightwing explained to Auraclaw about what she overheard, "I hope Lilystar isn't sick," said Auraclaw after Flightwing was finished, "But I think all you can do is keep a close watch on her."

"You're right," agreed Flightwing, "Thanks Auraclaw!" Flightwing opened her wings and headed home.