Shortwave.
Shortwave’s gaze fell upon a familiar face, although not one that he had spoken with much. He wore a friendly expression, but there was a note of apologeticness floating in his eyes at the simple fact that he had startled the she-cat unintentionally. He ducked his head slightly, glancing back toward the water for a small moment.

That small moment was all that he needed, as his paws dipped into the water once more, pulling out a smooth stone. However, upon turning it over in his paw, he saw that it was uneven, part of it chipped off creating a flat edge. ‘Well, that won’t do. It’ll make the moss ball unevenly weighted, and it won’t roll right.’ He thought to himself, as he dropped the stone back into the water, watching as it rolled for a few moments in the swiftening current.

“Hey, Shortwave. How are you doing?” The other seemed to only manage to get the words out as his gaze turned back toward her.

“I’m good. How are you today Webdance?” The tom asked, with a tilt of his head. He could see the curiosity beginning to form on her features, making a small bemused twitch of his whiskers occur.

“Actually, what are you doing?” She asked, as she paced a small semi-circle around him and his position on the stream’s edge.

“Looking for stones,” Shortwave stated. “I use them to make moss balls for the kits to play with. They asked me to make them a few, so I figured that I would oblige them. They destroyed the last ones, and the rocks were all chipped up from how they had thrown them and clawed at them, so I figured that I would find some new stones.” He gestured with a still-dripping paw toward a small pile that had yet to be pushed into the water. “Once I find the new ones, I’m going to push those back into the water, so maybe one day, they’ll be smooth again and someone else can find them.”

Shortwave was a social cat in his own right, although most thought him a touch strange — although not nearly as strange as they thought his father. Of the two of them, Shortwave was certainly the more logical, but he knew that he and his father, Cavernpelt, were thought of as rather strange by the rest of Galeclan.

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