It was the next day, Blackwing was roaming the nearby moor when he heard a cat yowl "Trespasser!" Behind him, he turned around to see who yelled that. It was a whole patrol! He turned tail and ran as the patrol was approaching. But then he almost fell into the gorge, catching the edge. He heard the patrol approaching, what could he do? He couldn't climb up or he'd have to face the patrol. But there was one last option...

"He's right at the edge!" The patrol leader yowled. Blackwing looked down at the hungry raging rapids below him, and retracted his claws and pushed off the edge as the patrol reached the edge.

There was a silence that was nearly deafing, right before he hit the bottom Blackwing flipped open his wings and glided over the rapids dodging all the rocks protruding out of the water, eventually landing on the edge of a cave at the bottom. Standing there he was able to catch his breath, Did I just fly? Blackwing realized right there that he flew! It was incredible!

Blackwing returned to his treehouse and used his powers to clear a runway-like strip to attempt to fly. He stretched his legs and wings, ready to attempt it. He dashed forward with all the speed he could muster he then leveled his wings and attempted to take off, but instead he just fell down. That didn't seem right, that should've done it. He tried again, but he couldn't take off. What am I missing? Blackwing thought.

The next day Blackwing was pacing outside his treehouse when he heard a loud noise overhead.