Wheeling Gull Isle shipwrecked - or is it really a grounding?

A little hum in her made it so that she couldn't leave the shore - and she knew where she was meant to be, certainly. It was among the waves and the sand, it was with the gulls as they cried out and the fish as they swam. She and her kind had always been little water weavers and so she navigated with ease across the sandbar. The island had become a huge thing to her, it had called her - and she had not bothered to fight off the urge as it was given. She moved with a clear purpose, but once she'd found the island proper and the waves merely lapped at her paws she was surprised by the scent of others - and one, in particularly, very dear to her heart. 

Catori lifted her head and let out a loud call - no fear and no fight in her - but a thrill of joy could be detected all the same. If her sweet cousin was here, really and truly, the place could not be bad at all!