Talk:The Marsh/@comment-5137480-20150127015126/@comment-5137480-20150129223334

Instinctively the fur on Finch's back rose, but after getting over the shock of another cat coming, he mentally slapped himself for not scenting the get and being on guard. Finch looked around and fully assessed his situation. The calm tom appeared to be smart and distrusting. He'd said nothing, but looked to be just as mad at NightClan as Finch. The she-cat was eager, and agreed with Finch. Hearing what they had said, Finch figured she had a grudge against NightClan. Smart and agreeable, they would be useful cats to have as allies.

But he turned to the approaching figure, and studied him. He waited for the others to make the next move.