but she's lookin' at you -- waterstorm

She noticed the pup off in the distance while munching on a small fish. This small creature was trying to fly with her wings but every time, she fell and got tears in her eyes. Waterstorm, a winged creature herself, knew the struggle of learning to fly and this trespassing pup didn't seem to realize what he was doing. Waterstorm quickly flew over to him and asked a simple question, "What are you doing on Riverclan territory? And, if you want to fly, don't spazz your wings, you're not an insect. What you need to do is swish them with care and finesse." she added. Waterstorm was very curious as she was a new member of Riverclan and this was her first trespasser.

"Well, I wasn't trying to be rude but flapping your wings aimlessly isn't going to get you anywhere. I can show you one of the best ways to do it if you would like." The tone of voice in the pup irked her and she had had to keep her paws rooted to the ground when he said "Riverclan?" Waterstorm knew this would have happened but she didn't realize what it would actually be like. "Riverclan is a proclan group who hunts fish instead of those weird other creatures that can't breathe underwater. We are a peacful lan but not one to mess with in the event of war."She added that extra bit just to get the point across that this pup shouldn't be rude on her turf.

"Also, what clan do you come from?"

"I know you're lying to me and my nose detcts a whiff of Stormclan, eh?" She said with a hint of a laugh. "So what is it that you are practicing, Mr. Half-decent nose?" She said sarcastically. She knew that he was trying to fly and that he was trying to act tough but she didn't want to be too mean. This pup had cried every time he tried to get in the air.

"I'm Waterstorm, new member of Riverclan and an ex-rogue." The pup was starting to cry and Waterstorm couldn't help but try and comfort the pup. "You'll eventually get the hang of flying and don't worry, we have no reason to hurt you, you have not done anything bad." she said, trying to help calm him. He wasn't crying but there were definite tears in his eyes.

"Hello Paris, oh and let me help you with that." nodding towards the puddle of tears. In a quick swish of her tail, the puddle was gone and Paris was no longer crying.

"I know, but the problem is that I got it from living by a human waste site for a year." she was always ashamed to tell people that because some of them thought she was a mutant who would make everyone sick and die. "I was born a normal cat but living there turned my fur blue and gave me these powers. I can also breathe underwater so that's a plus too." she had just told her entire life story in about 2 seconds. "And I can promise you that you can learn to fly easily as long as you can learn to take others advice." This had to have been the most wise and insightful thing she had ever said but suddenly she had remembered her sister who was the one that gave her that advice in the first place. "When I was living at that waste site, I was with my sister and when she had learned to fly but I was still in your place, she gave me those exact words of encouragement." She had just realized how stubborn she was as a kit and Paris was up there with her. "I guess we're both curmudgeons then!" she said laughing to herself. she learned that word from one of the humans by her den area at the waste site.

"A curmudgeon is a stubborn and grumpy elder and a waste site is where those humans dump their bad stuff that comes out of the places that look like someone plopped down a couple gigantic tubes. They really are terrible places but that gave my sister and I our powers. I'm not entirely sure what happened to my other sister though..." She really didn't know what had happened to Seasquall as they had separated right after agreeing on names. "She seemed the Stormclan type so if a blue and purple feline with wings and my powers comes trotting into your territory, meet me back here. This is my little patrol area." She really did hope that Seasquall had found her way to a clan or some type of safe area. Heck, Waterstorm didn't even know if she was still alive!

"Seasquall and thank you so much."

"Bye!" she called after him. Maybe Seasquall would come across Stormclan and they could finally meet!

Waterstorm had waited a couple days with no sign of Paris but she stilled hoped and patrolled her little area that wasn't really territory but kinda was in hopes that Paris would return with news about her sister.