"I don't see why not."

Fine. There. "I can make more if lots of you want to use it at once."

"Oh, that is big.  I thought he'd be able to carry it around."

"No, I can try to make a version he can carry around but these are normally all used by Twolegs so getting something that would work portably for a cat would be a project. Not impossible, I can work on it."

"We would all appreciate that!  Thank you."  She goes over to investigate the tablet more thoroughly; Snowkit follows.  The rest of the ThunderClanners have dispersed somewhat, though several have kept watching with various expressions and amounts of pretending to be doing something else.

Cam will hang around and offer tech support till they seem to have the hang of it.

Fireheart arrives during that time, out of breath.  "Oh, good, you did - thank you - "

"Hey. Yeah, Snowkit's all right. Uh, Bluestar is - suspicious - about the apparent coincidence? You might want to talk to her."

"I will, thank you."  He goes to drink from a nearby stream before disappearing into her cave for a few minutes.

When he emerges, he goes around talking to a few cats one at a time before returning to Cam.  "Thank you again for rescuing Snowkit and giving us a way to talk with him.  Did you have any other business here or would you like an escort back to Princess's?"

"I should probably offer the other two Clans computers too but I guess that can wait a day or two if it would be inconvenient to go offer now."

"Your nest does border RiverClan."

"Yeah, maybe I'll go that way on my own. I guess I'll see you all around? The computer can send me a message if you need to."

"Thank you.  . . . 'See us around'?"

"It's an expression, it means I will encounter you again at some point in the future probably but we are not making specific plans."

Fireheart takes a deep breath.  "Alright.  Every Clan patrols its borders at dawn and dusk, if you want a better chance of an encounter without going all the way to a camp."

"Presumably they'll still want the computer at their camp if they want it at all but I guess they might not. I'll bring Cricket to smell the border for me."

"Excellent.  Thank you.  Cloudpaw, would you walk Cam to Twolegplace."

Cloudpaw, apparently, looks up from his conversation with the white-and-ginger cat he was addressing before.  " - Uh, sure."

Cam was not especially anticipating this but has no objection and will follow Cloudpaw.

"I didn't know there were talking cats who didn't believe in Starclan," he remarks.

"I didn't know there were adult cats who did!"

"...huh, really? It doesn't get discussed much? I guess I've probably been having unrepresentative conversations."

"I mean they talk about it a lot but I thought it was all, you know, stories.  'Oh, StarClan is covering the moon with clouds' to mean 'maybe we should all chill out and go home and not murder each other', or 'I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice' to mean 'this is an important ceremony and I'm being formal about it'.  Stuff like that."

"Huh. My impression has been that it's a very literal belief, and I also personally verified that dead Twolegs here turn into stars, but I couldn't find any cats up there so I'm not certain it applies to you guys."

". . . Okay.  - What about the Dark Forest; do cats actually believe in that too??"

"...I don't think that one's come up, what is it?"