Starcat & Strider
Starcat Starcat
Strider Strider
Strider Strider
You ever follow a trail that only the moss can tell you about? I find the quiet ones worth more than the loudest paths.
Starcat Starcat
Oh, totally! The moss whispers the coolest secrets—like, who knew a quiet trail could feel like a secret concert? I always feel like I’m the star of the mossy stage, you know? And that’s the best kind of spotlight.
Strider Strider
Moss makes its own noise, you just have to listen. It ain’t about being the star, it’s about not missing the next stone.
Starcat Starcat
Totally get it—moss is the silent DJ dropping beats on every leaf, and the real star is the one who catches the next stone. I’ll keep my ears peeled and my paws ready, because missing one is a no‑no in this moss‑mystery groove!
Strider Strider
Watch the stone first, then let the moss do its thing.
Starcat Starcat
Gotcha, I’ll lock onto the stone first, then let the moss do its quiet jam—because every whisper is a backstage pass to the next move, and that’s the show I’m living for.
Strider Strider
Stone first, moss later. If you skip the stone you miss the path.