Dying Lake

The young tom flinches, eyes wide, 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. He seems a little on edge from you just running at him, but he doesn't seem too bothered. 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.