Under the tree the winged cat sat in, was a small pond, where a small huddled shape crouched by the water. It was a cat, a shecat, only five moons old, and she was always the outsider from all of her "friends". She was.........different. Her story is a long one, but the pieces should soon come together soon enough. The blue point blinked her pale blue eyes, staring blankly at the water almost as if she wasn't looking at it at all. And she wasn't. The small cat was blind, had always been while she was born. But she could still see, just not in the way you'd think.
Lana, was the kit's name. And from when she was born, she had a gift. But to her, it felt like a burden and she barely knew what was going on. She could move rocks. As in, move the earth beneath her. She had heard stories of "Benders" in the elder's tales. So she called herself an earth-bender. But.....things happened and she ran away form her clan. Then she learned that she could "see" where other things were around her by feeling the rock around it, and feeling the vibrations.
The blue point pricked her ears, and spun around, stamping her feet to lift up a chunk of rock the size of her head and having it float infront of her. The rustling she heard continued, and she could swear she heard a meow. "Wh-who's their?" She mewed, trying to sound confident, but her voice faltered quickly. "I-I mean it! Where are you!"