Sparrow glided over to Jay, an amused smile on his face. "We all get restless, but that's no reason to ruin the sand." He commented, slowly drifting down and gingerly landing on his good legs. His lame leg sat uselessly on the sand. Nowadays that his wings were a bit bigger, though they were still crippled, he preferred to glide instead of walking and facing the harsh reality of his physical condition . Although he could only fly up 5 feet maximum into the air, he still liked the feeling of being virtually weightless and not having his lame leg hinder him.
Dance walked out of the Royal den. Her fur caught the sunlight and turned a shade of navy blue. With a radiant smile she powerfully jumped and launched herself into the air. Doing a loop in the air, she laughed happily as she soared over the ocean. The Sun felt wonderful on her fur after being in the Royal den for so long. Even though the den was at least twice the size of the other cat's, she still felt cooped up in the rock formation and would much prefer to swim and dive all day. One of her unusual favorite pastimes, in fact, was diving in the deep water to retrieve shells from the bottom. The shells fascinated her in how they were all so colorful and different. However, she didn't want to be a Wetfeather, so she stuck to land and air mainly.









