Swamppaw stood by the water's edge, straining her bulbous eye. She saw a green splotch. A frog perhaps? She bobbed her head up and down, trying to get perspective on its position. She ducked slowly behind some reeds and crouched.
Fishbrain! She already forgot how far it was! She poked her head out to get another good look before returning to her hunting position. This frog was a very patient frog. She crept forward, and... Pounce! She hooked her claws into its slippery body, ending its life quickly. "Tornfoot! I caught it!"
But behind her was only dark void. "Tornfoot?"
"Come to the water," called a voice. She snapped her head to the water. Holding the frog in her jaws, she peered into the water. Another cat peered back from where her reflection should be. He was light grey in color, and his fur looked silky smooth.
"So you survived kithood, kit. I wasn't expecting you to end up in this clan, however. This should be fine."
"What do you mean?" asked Swamppaw. She tilted her head curiously. The frog lay on the ground in front of her.
"Why, you were born to Bushclan. As I said, it doesn't matter. The cats of Bogclan are very nice."
"Explain," she demanded.
"No need to be hasty, don't you want to enjoy the moment? You're talking to a cat in the water, after all."
"Why, you must be from Deadclan!"
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to figure that out." The cat looked amused.
"What's your name?"
"Silverwhisper, but that is not important information. All you need to know right now is that you should keep your eye on the water; this is how we can communicate. I will certainly be keeping an eye on you." Silverwhisper faded, leaving her staring at herself. She batted at the water with her paw, curious. Then she woke up.
Fishbones! The frog wasn't real!