Dying Lake

Applepaw blinks, also noticing the sun was rising. He looks away, towards the horizon. You follow his gaze. Clouds are approaching; they are a dark foggy gray. You stand, shaking out your fur. "Let's go," You murmur. You turn and begin to walk, Applepaw close behind you. You both walk in awkward silence. Birds chirp, and you part ways about halfway to camp. "Don't want to seem suspicious," He had told you. You sneak back in, and he walks in through the entrance, claiming he heard something and went to investigate. You settle in your nest, relaxing. You sigh softly, resting your head on your paws.