Dying Lake

You rise to your paws carefully, not wanting to wake Splashpaw or Redpaw. Quietly, you sneak out of the den, hearing only crickets and your own breathing. You follow Applepaw's scent, which proves difficult since it's hard to tell which one is new and which one is old. Silently, you creep forward. He's exited through a small gap in the camp's wall. You squeeze through, and follow his scent. Your ears perk as you sniff the air. As if on cue, a rush of cold wind blows fiercely onto you, and you take a few paw-steps back, blinking the dirt from your gaze. You march forward, however, following his scent. It grows stronger, and you find him. Applepaw sits quietly, gazing up at the stars with interest, a glazed look over his eyes. You blink and...