Northstar Vale Colored indigo

Once again, the girl had adventurously moved forward into his space. Onto his rock where he once perched. He could feel her looking down on him, her purple gaze taking in his state. Probably to see if he was alive and responsive.

Though Clay, bored and not wanting to continue to teach the girl deemed that playing dead would be a better option. He laid limp, head tossed to the side and cheek fur obscuring his face, eyes closed. The rock had killed him, the fall too mighty. He was slain.

Dead.

Gone.

He would peek open his eye just to catch her staring, but would then close it again, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue for good measure.