
Dear Hawk,
Today we were raided by... GasClan? No, it was WindClan. Ugh. Now I remember. That was why I got the weirdest stare ever. That...
AirClan WindClan attacked before I even started learning how to fight! Ugh.... This was how the fight went.
I was in the
bathroom dirtplace and doing... dirt, I guess. Then Stormpaw was like "WINDCLAN!!!!" and I jumped up, like halfway in the middle of doing dirt. Almost as soon as I finished, a white cat - I think it was a guy - jumped through the entrance
screaming yowling his head off.
Me: HOW DARE YOU INVADE THE BATHROOM WHEN THERE'S A GIRL INSIDE!
Tom: I -
Me: GET AWAY FROM ME!!!
I jumped at him with my claws out and he fell onto his back. I was about to rip his nose off when he used his back legs and kicked me to the back of the dirtplace. I jumped back to my paws... You get the point. Then when he was running towards me, I charged right back and we started... tussling. My back paw caught the piece of dirt and sent it flying into his face. He ran away yowling. Well, at least I fought him off. I bounded out of the dirtplace before anyone could come back and I pretty much saw everything.
Hailfoot was fighting off a black cat nearby. I think they mean bad luck, don't they? So I was just standing there trying to see what was going on until another cat - a silver
striped tabby she-cat jumped at me and pushed me back into the dirtplace. Again. My front paws got all... dirty, I guess... and I probably stunk. Almost as soon as I hit the ground on my back the cat was already gone screaming something about the smell of crowfood. What is crowfood anyways? I don't have a single idea. So I got to my paws and bounded outside, keeping away from the dirtplace entrance - and pretty much stunk the whole of WindClan out. I was yowling "GASCLAN! COME AND GET ME!" and they ran away. Cowards.
After the battle, I was checked by the medicine
dog cat.... The name's Acornburr! No, it was Acornfur. Ugh. She has light brown tabby fur.... and green eyes. Finally, I write a little more like a.... cat. Not like I'd want to.... If cats could hold their noses, she would have done so. The first thing she said was to take a look, then said - "Nothing except for the dirt. NOW GO AND WASH OFF!" Snappy she-cat. Ugh. So I did it anyways, then got the day off because they said 'the smell still lingers'. Only most of the apprentices talked with me. Snowpaw and Sunpaw forced me to move my nest outside. I'm cold.... Let me see.... Rainpaw and Sorrelpaw got their.... warrior names, right? Rainheart and Sorrelwhisker. The names here are really weird.... And I'm so cold... Wait - is that a shadow over there? Is that Shadowheart? I'M GETTING MY REVENGE!!!
Ugh. This is the worst day ever. I attacked Russetstar, the
leader, and he doesn't look happy.... *sigh* And I'm not a bit tired. He was coming back from a walk.... Why do leaders go on walks anyways? Wouldn't they be
kidnapped catnapped attacked or something? Well, then... I'm not sure if Russetstar knows I'm forced to sleep out in the cold... Won't I get a, um,
cold or something? I think Snowpaw's asleep.... I'll move back in to somewhere warmer.

The day has gotten even worse. Sunpaw ripped a patch of fur out of my shoulder, and I'm still sleeping outside. It's even colder now, since I'm... a little balder, I guess. This is horrible.

The guards, Nightstorm and.... Shadefoot, are standing outside... guarding. Why do you ask? I can't see anyone, and they're the only black cats I know. Oh.... I see their eyes.... They're looking at me? I don't know.... Okay, now Shadefoot, I think, started a fight... Ugh.... I can't sleep with all this noise... I guess I have to stop writing and try to sleep. Goodnight, Hawk.