So, the special persons P.O.V. (Point of View) is… (Drumroll) Cragger! (BTW srry 'bout chapter four DX)
Chapter five: attack
I looked at the walls of the Owl tribe. "It will soon be ours, sir." Said a nearby croc. I groaned. It was Crawley, the annoying pest of a croc. "The weapons are ready?" I asked for the third time.
Ever since the collapse of the ice bridge, we had lost sufficient men at arms. It was horrible. "Yes." Replied Crawley and he then walked away.
"We will be able to do it." Said Crooler
"Yes" I said
"We will rule!"
"Hail Cragger!"