Dying Lake

The young tom flinches slightly, and turns to blink at you. "Oh! Frostpaw. Good to see you," He mews, embarrassment edging the tone of his voice. He tears his gaze away from you, looking at his paws. You sit, and notice pale rays of sunlight reflecting on Applepaw's claws.. It'll be dawn soon. You look up at him, and notice he is staring at you. You blink.