Asunder would rather be anywhere but here. It's not his uncomfortable position- wedged between two tree branches- nor the fact that Perica's breathing heavily down the back of his neck. It's because, peering through the leafy canopy that crowns his face, he can see their targets approaching. The fabled, feared, gruesome cats from the north. And he's about to attack them.
A screech echoes through the trees and he drops down. He hits another cat, a pale grey tabby, and they both crash to the ground. He whirls, sees blood and gore, hears the shrieks of a multitude. He hits, he is hit, and it is a blur. It ends when he crouches over Drina, who's only really a kit, when the pleading for their lives fail.
You may not remember this guy. He's from the ambush in Chapter 38, I think.