[taillow]

Dustymoth
Another meeting, hmm? Busy inspecting a shell that was sticking up sideways out of the marsh, Dustymoth turned his head to locate Kestrelstar on top of the Streamstone. He was mildly interested in what the leader had to say, but as a yawn slipped from his jaws he felt guilt in turning away from his rescue mission. "I'll come back right after, I promise," the fluffy tom whispered to the little shell, patting it gently with one paw before scurrying over to find a seat.