Dying Lake

You close your eyes briefly, then sit up. You look to your side, noticing your denmate is no-longer sleeping with you. You begin to wash your face, drawing your silver paw over your ears. After a moment or two, you head outside. Blackcherry is waiting for you. You pad over to her, glancing up at the sky, pale rays of the dawn light glittering down onto your fur. "Alright, let's go." Your mentor mews. You see your patrol consits of you, Blackcherry, Jumpfoot, Applepaw, and...You try not to frown at the sight of Snowclaw. "What border should we patrol first?" Jumpfoot says once you all have left camp, and are not exploring the moors.