The white feline laid himself down, tail flicking from left to right as he looked down into the puddle. Ears drooped, tears pricking his eyes, lips pursed forming a frown. There was no reason for it, no reason to feel this sad, no reason to feel this empty. He couldn't help it, it was like a river. He couldn't stop them. They came and went whenever they pleased, these tears of his. Swancreek hiccuped, pressing his paws against his cheeks. Maybe it was because of how beautiful their territory was? The sky? Maybe it was the birds melody's that made him tear up. He didn't know.