"Fight for Willoooow," Sockpaw sang unenthusiastically. He rolled his eyes. "That song is pointless, it just sounds like some history guy smooshed it together on impulse. I hate it," he said, earning a cuff over the ear from Dawnpaw. "Whatever," she said, "it's still good to sing around camp if we get in trouble. They'll want us out and we'll be able to come back out here."