I sighed as a stalked back to the willow tree Badgerclaw and I live near. A breeze wafted by and a few leaves drifted by. Hm… I thought to myself grimmly as I focused a small percentage of my energy around me, then I pushed out as much tanked energy onto the leaves that floated by. I looked back up, 5 leaves cut to bits by the wind I sent by. There's still 4 leaves floating around… That’s not good enough. 

I sighed and mumbled under my breath, “What a drag…”

“What happened?” Badgerclaw asked, pacing towards me.

I hummed, “All that wind-attack practice was not enough… If I can’t even get that down, then how am I supposed to push things away with wind? I’m good at air molecule manipulation but-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bagerclaw said hastily, “I get it, you want to get better at wind manipulation.”

“And cloud manipulation…” I added, “You got your underwater breathing down, and you swimming is much, much faster than any cat. So that’s good. If I could just master the wind thing, then it’d make hunting so much easier… and if I master the cloud things too, fighting intruders wouldn’t be a sweat.”

Badgerclaw looked down at me, “You rely on our powers too much.”

“True, but you rely on my plans too often.” I shot back.

“Doesn’t matter,” Badgerclaw hissed as he walked under the willow, “We rely on each other frequently, so that doesn’t count as a weakness.”

I rolled my eyes, “And I was the one who came up with the whole team work thing…” I sighed, ‘Cats these days are such a drag…’

Bagderclaw looked at me with his hazle eyes, “Come on, it’s getting cold…”

I watched as Badgerclaw paced into his treehollow, his plet rustling in the wind. I silently felt for any disturbance in the air, I looked up at the dark grey sky. The clouds were racing past my vision, as if in a rush to somewhere I didn’t know. ‘A storm is coming… I shouldn’t rest in my tree hollow… it’s going to be dangerous.’ I paced into Badgerclaw’s hollow, he looked at me with his hazle eyes and nodded, he soon scooted aside to make space for me. I curled up in the tree hollow, ‘Life is such a drag… I wonder what it’s like to be a cloud…’ I thought to myself, drifting off to sleep