Come on come on just keep running the water had to be somewhere around here he could hear it! As Snakepaw looked around confusedly while he ran at full tilt searching for the source. No water no water no water ROCK! Snakepaw was forced to skid to a stop to not crack his head against the rock pile and while he wasnt able to stop his forward momentum at least slowed he could scramble haphazardly up the structure rather than crash. What to do when he was up there? They were close together and it only took a moment to pull ahead and him being forced to slow and halt on top of the rock pile mightve afforded Cricketpaw that lead. But.... Right there was the waterfall. It was so close barley a cats length away and so far given he had to get down the rock pile to get to it. Or did he?
Bunching himself up from his perch the tom threw himself forward in a last ditch leap heading straight at the water tunnels vision narrowing in as he flew. He had no clue if his hesitation had allowed Cricketpaw to already beat him and he was just flying in to second place but it didnt matter. He was about to hit the cool and inviting water-
And he woke in his nest in the medicine cat den, cold winter air creeping in during the dark early dawn. It took a second to process as he panted lightly heart still racing from the fun bright play while his brain caught up to the reality.
...... What a strange dream, a dead cat, herbs, and a rare break from his duties. Still weird dreams of a lonely cat who was so alone he created himself a friend besides Snakepaw had things to do. It was a shame though, he had fun and even if it was a delusion (maybe one worth exploring... those herbs) he wouldnt mind it happening again.
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(Sorry for the bad reply lol! If you wanna double post with crickets reply and her dragging him into the next dream go ahead)