The morning air blew like a bird whistling. I was only a cub, carelessly wandering through Spring Meadows. Then, my name was she-cub, a traditional name for cubs in the tribe. I had no siblings, only me. My mother was named Petal, and my dad named Twig. I was finally old enough to take on the journey ahead of me. In our tribe we call it, The Quest for One's Name. It was pretty simple, all we had to do was find something that caught our eye, pick it up, and a sign would appear, determining our name. I already had my idea for a name; Pollen, from a flower. So basically a bunch of petals with a stem was all I needed. I continued curiously walking when I saw a shimmer. I backed up to see what it was, and my eyes grew wide. It was a flower! Not just any flower, the perfect flower! It's pink petals holding on for dear life and it's lime green stem matched my eyes. I strolled over to it and plucked it from the moist dirt. It fit perfectly in my jaws. For some reason, my eyes were attracted to the sunrise. When I looked at the sun, majestically shedding light over the world, it was shaped like a flower! I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked back. The sun was still a flower, and that's when I realized my name was Dawn.