"So, you wanted to hear a story of mine? No? Yes? I don't care, I'll tell you one anyway." The old tom happily squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, thinking of what story to tell this time. Perhaps I could tell them the story of how one of my kits got stuck in a tree? Yes, that's a good one. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, not because he needed to, but because he felt it was necessary before any story was told. "Back when I was a young warrior," He began. "(okay, maybe I wasn't a young warrior, but it sure felt like it!) I think this was my mate and I's fifth litter, we had a feisty little kit, Hazelkit he was, though you may have known him as Hazelheart, he was fine warrior, eh? He always stuck his nose in places he new it didn't belong. One day, little Hazelkit went missing from the nursery overnight, as well as some of the other kits. My mate was yowling early in the morning, naturally, she woke up the whole clan before the sky has lightened up; think of all the grumpy warriors! Of course, they forgave her as son as they found out what was wrong. We searched all over the camp for the missing kits, and before we had even caught a glimpse of the sun, the kits came strolling in through the camp entrance, you could have imagined ow infuriated we were. But there was one kit missing from the band of explorers. They admitted that they only came back because Hazelkit had gotten himself stuck high up in tree. A patrol of warriors, including my mate and I, of course, set out to go find Hazelkit, and soon enough, we found him, and he was indeed, stuck high up in a tree. We warriors were nervous to climb so high, for the branches got thinner and weaker the close to the top, we weighed so much more than the silly little kit. From where we were standing, he just looked like a little grey smudge in the tree. "I volunteered to go rescue my foolish son, I climbed halfway up to him, and he lost his grip from his precarious perch. No, he didn't exactly fall down the tree, he just flipped and flopped from branch to branch, down the young oak tree. Soon he was within my grasp, and I caught him. I have to admit, I nearly fell when I suddenly had to carry that extra weight, but I managed. He was very frightened by that near death experience, and didn't speak until the sun had set, and you know what the little scrap said? He said: "The clans are so big! I swear, I could see RiverClan's camp from up there! I felt like I was a bird!" He sure was a silly little kit..."