Ch.5 Finally, his ear stopped bleeding. He walked on the sidewalk. Was that dream I had, real? He wondered, his green eyes wide. Hunger gnawed at his belly. Soon, he would have to find something to eat. He looked around. Then, he sniffed the air. Nothing. He smelled nothing. Perhaps the twolegs hadnt- "HEY YOU!" A voice said. He turned his head to look behind himself. "Why are you here?!" The cat said. Sparrow hissed. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" The cat that was talking to him was a gray tom. Sparrow was starving. There was no way he could beat this cat. "If you don't want to get hurt, then get off of my territory!" Sparrow said. "ME? Well you picked the wrong cat to fight! I'll tear you to shreds!" The tom said. Sparrow didn't know what to do. Should he run or fight?
