Screaming yowls had split the air. Cats had erupted monstrously through the camp like savage, bloodthirsty dogs. Sparrowpaw whipped around from where she sat in the clearing, her eyes stretching wide: a damp, fishy stench had now strongly tinted the air.
RiverClan.
Sparrowpaw curled her claws furiously into the soil. How dare these cats invade ShadowClan camp? Weren't they aware of the dangers they were practically plunging themselves into?
Sparrowpaw's head whirled. Hot blood pumped in her ears. Her stomach clenched painfully. Where in StarClan's name was her mentor? Who was she going to fight? Why?
Her ears curling back in distress, Sparrowpaw forced out a sudden, emphatic yowl of sheer savagery. I'm going to wait for a cat to attack me; Bloodtooth would be impressed with that!