Talk:The Marsh/@comment-24156522-20131108080150/@comment-24156522-20131108083709

"I hope you're trying to be funny, Izaya. We won't have you back here without a fight." Owlpaw looked down at the kit. "And don't be consorting with kittypets," he snapped, soon regretting his tone.

Ambersky padded ahead after Izaya, claws unsheathed and teeth bared if only in an attempt scare him off if he chose not to leave.