The moonlight rippled on the water as the hut-maker's boat traveled silently over the calm lapping waves. Feathered Fish and Little Petal slept next to each other, their backs brushing slightly. They were asleep on a soft rock, big enough for them to share, although their legs dangled off at times. Feathered Fish's ear twitched as she heard the soft murmuring of the hut-makers, and she pushed herself up to glance at the two of them. Her amber gaze traveled from them to the sky, where millions of bright stars flashed before her. It was beautiful.
She stretched each limb individually before climbing off the soft rock and leaving Little Petal alone. She walked around the hut-maker's legs, and put her forepaws on the hull of the small brown boat. She studied the stars carefully before she realized that the hut-makers were calling her name, and she turned around to face them. She chirped, and saw they were holding a delicious strip of chicken. The hut-maker dropped it, and she lapped it up, relishing its rich flavor. Her and Little Petal have always traveled together, like sisters.
She went back to the soft rock and curled up, tightening herself. It was a bit cold that night, so she would try her best to seek out as much warmth from Little Petal as she could. She was on the verge of falling asleep before the hut-makers screeched in joy, and made her head shoot up in awe. Little Petal was wide away now too, and was breathing hard. "What was that?" Little Petal asked, her eyes wide with fear. Feathered Fish actually wasn't sure how to respond. She shrugged and curled her tail around her paws.
"The hut-maker is pointing over there to that land. See it?" Feathered Fish folded her paws underneath herself and Little Petal stood up on her shoulders, making Feathered Fish grunt. "Get off me you stupid mouse." Feathered Fish swatted at Little Petal, knocking her off of her and onto the ground.
"There's an island over there! It looks rich with greenery. Also I see lights on the shore! We're going to have a new home." Little Petal meowed enthusiastically, her tail curling slightly in excitement. "I can't wait to see what hut-makers will be there."
"We've been traveling for days, it would be nice to make a stop somewhere." Feathered Fish felt the sense of adventure as she looked at the growing island in the distance, and sure enough, lights were dotted along the shore-line. A jungle seemed to lay on that island, vast and lush. She couldn't wait to explore it! But Little Petal wanted to go see the hut-makers? Maybe they could make a stop there, but not for long. She was tired of jumping from hut-maker to hut-maker. Plus all they did was sleep. She wanted more to her life.
I'll simply ask her in the morning. She seems so excited. Feathered Fish made room for Little Petal as she climbed up and laid down, her cerulean gaze twinkling with the reflection of the stars. "I can't wait." Little Petal murmured as she drifted off to sleep, and Feathered Fish nodded. I can't wait either. Our new life will begin in the morning.