Dying Lake

A low purr rumbles in Tigerfang's throat. "Good!" Splashpaw tilts her head a bit, eyes looking upwards at the open night sky. "It's going to be dawn soon," She observed. You glance towards where your sister looks, but can't find anything. You wonder how she knows that. Splashpaw suddenly jerks her head away, closing her eyes and she shakes out her fur. "Brr. I'm getting cold, and tired. I think I'm gonna head off to sleep." She mews. Licking Tigerfang's nose, and then yours, she turns and trots into the apprentice's den, humming a soft tune. You shake out your own fur as Tigerfang presses close. "Would you like to share some prey with me?" She asks, her blue eyes glittering in the moonlight.