Dagger continued to stare at the constellations.

Soaring said, "they watch over the tribe and take care of us."

Dagger nodded.

Soaring thought back to his tribe, thinking about his parents. He sighed.

Dagger looked at him, hearing the sigh. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "I just am worried about the tribe."

Dagger nodded in understanding.

Soaring stared up at the constellations again.

He turned into a hawk, and under the hawk constellation he suddenly felt something unlock. He made his feathers on fire, like a flaming hawk. He smiled. "So this is what my mom told me about," he said.

Midnight yawned. He was a nightlight searching for a mate. He was mostly black, with white paws, wings, and belly.