The Forgotten Prophecy: 3/Mist Rising

They padded over the moor. Sunpaw twitched his whiskers when they got to the camper. He could sense an animal, but he didn't know what it was...
"Beaver!" Littlewhisker yowled.
Sunpaw flexed his hurt shoulders. A beaver gazed at them, its mouth opening. It revealed yellow teeth. Sunpaw thought it looked kind of like Bracken.
"We're going to have to fight it," Sunpaw huffed. His claws sunk into the grass. "It has to be off Clan territory."