The name that sparks fear [closed]

Fur blowing around in the wind gusts of Leaf-fall, Smallbean crept out of the warrior's den, scolding himself for waking up late. He had stayed up a bit longer the night before, causing him to sleep in past the dawn patrols. Gazing across the camp he saw that it was still moving along quite well, meaning he probably wouldn't be noticed within the hustle and bustle of it all. Deciding that he might as well use his spare time, he snatched a small rabbit from atop the fresh-kill pile and dug into it, thinking it would help him wake up and give him strength for later patrols. When he had finished, he focused his gaze on something on the other side of camp, oblivious to any cats around him.