Talk:The Marsh/@comment-24495864-20131109055442/@comment-5690596-20131109064806

Fuzzypelt hoped to find a weak prey scuffling in the mud in hopes of getting out, but had no luck since it'd be nearly impossible to find such a thing.

Cloverpaw looked down at the tortioseshell tom, smiling widely. "Oh hi, Swiftpaw!" She hopped down from the branch making sure she was on firm ground.