Extend the Story - Add a Room

Dying Lake by KatIsBigLoser
Shuffling. You open your eyes, finding you've squirmed from your denmate's side. You look around, then notice; Applepaw is gone. Your paw pads prick as you jerk your head and see his tail-tip leaving the den. Your ears perk, and you stare for a moment, before making up your mind.
Say and do nothing. Go back to sleep.
End Of Story

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