"Tornadoheart!" I stood up straighter at the sound of my name. Risingheart was making his way towards me, his eyes gleaming. Scars still rippled across his pelt from the battle in the plains; the word was that he had gotten beat up by a couple of ex-GreenClan she-cats. The thought brought a disloyal smirk to my face. "What are you sniveling and smiling about?" screeched the tom, sending spittle flying into my face. I blinked against the spray of smelly saliva. Someone hadn't groomed in a while. "Nothing, sir." His face twisted into a sneer. "Good. Viperstar wants to see you." "This way!"