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When she squinted, it looked like a twisted log or maybe a hollowed out white rock, sunken deep into the bottom of the lake. But from where she stood, gazing from the edge of the island, there was no mistaking the appearance of bones.
She’d spotted them as she’d lapped the lake, hoping to get some exercise while cooling off in the sweltering heat. They were free of any flesh, and chipping away from moons of wear. But the skull of a cat was still identifiable through the crystalline water.
She wondered who it belonged to, whether he’d drowned or if his body had been dumped here. She wondered if he haunted this lake at night, and if he had friends — fellow victims — to keep him company in his vigil. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Dewpaw was so engrossed in the macabre sight, she hardly noticed the splashing of a clanmate approaching.
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 25, 2021 1:03:05 GMT -5
"Have you found what you seek in the waters below?" asked the medicine cat, his icy blue eyes narrowed as he approached the apprentice, hoping she wouldn't fall in. While he could help a cat breathe after taking on water, he wasn't the largest, and pulling a cat from the depths wasn't his idea of a good time. When he saw what the molly's eyes had transfixed on he nodded, a solemn look coming over his face. "Maybe you've only found more questions."
“I wasn’t expecting to find nasty bones, no.” Drizzlepaw mew was laced with apprehension. Recognition registered in her sapphire gaze when she looked up to see the medicine cat approaching. This was a cat she hadn’t spoken to since she was a nursing kitten, she’d wager, though they both still shared the -paw suffix. What was he doing all the way out here?
Weaselpaw didn’t have to worry about her falling in; she gladly backed away from the water’s edge when her curiosity was satiated. The medicine cat had a strange air about him as he spoke, but she was unsettled enough by the bones to be glad to be speaking to a living, breathing cat.
“Couldn’t someone... trying to fetch them out of the water, and give them a proper burial?” She knew that was a silly idea; they were cats, not fish. But she’d listened to enough stupid kit bedtime stories to consider there really could be an unsettled ghost haunting these waters.
