Finch was immovable, he was drawn away from everybody else- the young tom sat alone, his tail flicking back-and forth as he watched everyone else converse, quietly muttering to himself as the exile's yellow eyes darkened in the shadows of the tree he'd been sitting under, quietly. ...Smokepaw's got her warrior name, huh? Sounds... great. Nice to know that I don't have one either- doesn't really look like I'm needed, anyways. He missed Scorchflake, really- he missed her. And Finch didn't really miss anyone these days, when he was too focused on defeating the cat who took his honor away from him, who exiled him from the clan he'd always called home.