Dying Lake

Your eyes close, and you snuggle closer into your nest. You wrap your tail around your nose, breathing easing into a slow, steady pace. That's why you yelp in surprise when a wet nose nudges your side. "Wake up, Frostpaw!" A mew sounds. You open your eyes blearily, blinking at the blurry shape. It was Blackcherry, her bright eyes staring into yours. "We're going on dawn patrol!" She mews.