A/N: Konichiwa Everyone! I have given myself a creative challenge for this new story. I will be writing 500-words or fewer shots about Aang and the Gaang. I was discussing A:TLA with a fellow writer and got the idea when I was replying to a message. I wondered what would happen if Aang "imprinted" on Katara (which technically he did) and the fallout as a result. This story will have actual Zutara and only faux Kataang...Muhahahaha! There will be shenanigans afoot. Enjoy the ride and if you likey, follow or favorite.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction is for turtleducks...
"Quaack. Quaaaaaack." The little creature nearly squealed with intensity. It was a strange little animal Katara had never seen before with the body of a soft feathered bird and eyes too big for its body. It was very different from the penguins waddling around the south pole with their waxy feathers and flightless wings. This fuzzy yet adorable thing was not a native of the poles and was stranded out on the ice floes where Katara and Sokka go fishing from time to time. It had bright blue stripes in the shape of an arrow on its forehead and wings and waddled liked a penguin, but Katara figured that was because of the tiny hard shell like a lion turtle's sitting atop the fowl's back. The thing continued to make its incessant noise and come closer to Katara.
Katara smiled curiously and held her hand out to pet it. As the tiny bird reached her ankles it suddenly grew and stretched into the shape of a boy with bright blue arrow tattoos on his head and arms and who wore strange orange robes that would never keep him warm in the poles. An Airbender? she wondered. Just as Katara was about to ask a question, the boy said, "Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" His eyes went wide and he cleared his throat. He cocked his head to the side and asked, "Mama?"
Katara sat up gasping suddenly as a cold gust of air filtered under the heavy skins protecting the door of the family icehouse. The fire was a glowing heap of embers that radiated in the pale dark of early morning pre-dawn. Katara released the breath she was holding. "What a strange dream." She whispered to herself. Sokka snored in blissful oblivion under his thick and warm sleeping furs. Gran-Gran continued her calm and quiet cadence of breaths in the small area that served as her room not very far away from the sleeping teens. Katara shook her head to clear it from the odd happenings in her dream and laid back down to get more rest. It wouldn't do to get up too early only to have to take a nap midday. She wanted to be useful to her tribe and family and help her brother catch fish later. She decided that she would share her dream with Sokka when they were rowing out to the ice.