Hey, Daisy Riverpaw again! Glad everyone's back for more, and trust me, you'll want to hear this. I saw Blossom, practically 7 feet off the ground, smiling and laughing with birds perched on her shoulders, giggling with joy as they flew around her. Her face lit up when she saw me burst through the trees. "Hi Daisy!" She called down to me, brushing ebony locks off her eyes. Hi Daisy? Couldn't she explain how I'd discovered my sister could fly all of a sudden instead if saying hi? "You're... you're..." I stammered, eyes wide, "How?" "Flying? I don't know. I just felt I could and I did," Now, as you will probably assume, I did the thing many, sensible people would do. I screamed as loud as my puny voice box could handle. It was only once I'd yelled did I realise no one could here the 12-year-old Riverpaw girl screaming her heart out in the far-out wooded clearing. My wavy hair billowed out behind my freckled face as I ran screaming from my twin. Yes, I did feel bad for her, so innocent as she defied the laws of gravity and physics and flew. Still, I was terrified. 'Blossom can fly! Blossom can fly! Blossom can fly!...' My thoughts streaming in a constant loop of worry. Unable to think straight, I panicked and darted around the forest like a squirrel would. Honestly, I am pretty confident anyone in my situation would have done the exact same thing. After I had calmed down a bit, I went back over to Blossom. She seemed panicked so I apologised hastily. "It's not you, Daisy. I can't get down, that's all," She answered. Breathing a sigh of relief, I tried to help her, but it was in vain. My sister I felt like she had gravity, just 7 feet in the air. " Blossom, we need help. I'll fetch Mila, " I admitted, knowing I was too weak. She shook her head violently; she didn't want me to know, let alone Mila.I began to pace up and down the clearing, petrified in case I couldn't get Blossom down. Then, I heard a hissing noise. Gently at first, but increasing in volume rapidly. Searching for the source, I saw Blossom, standing on the floor again. Neither me nor Blossom could make sense of it all, before we found an interesting clue... "Daisy, There's paper on this tree," "It says, 'Riverpaw ',"
Prompt from @CoolKitty602_alt on authors and artists unite. this one is a bit shorter, but there was more explanations to normality in that, this is more plot focussed.
