An early morning breeze entered the den, waking up a young tom named Hazeleye. The tom had left his clan when he was only apprentice, but a kind loner took him in. He had been so full of anger at the time, so the loner, Flick, taught him to let go of his problems. Or, as he would say it, "fly with the wind; not against it". After moons of training, Flick eventually decided to give Hazelpaw a warrior name, even though he had no clan. That was only a quarter moon ago, and now the young tom was enjoying life.

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"Youngin', I believe you should be up and about by now."  Murmured the silver elder, stepping into their den.
 

"Flick, do you ever dream about your family?" Asked Hazeleye. "They've been in my dreams ever since you made me a warrior."