This was the second time that Newtpaw had brought an injured cat to the medicine den. The worst part was that this was also the second time the calico apprentice had returned without wounds. He had engaged in two dangerous predator fights... but he had no scars to prove it. Some cats must've thought he was a liar, but Newtpaw scowled as he thought about it. While a lot of cats didn't want to receive a wound, Newtpaw saw battle scars as a mark of courage, and a true symbol of bravery. In the tom's jaws was Rosepaw who was limply dangling by the scruff. The she-cat's leg was bleeding due to the fox. Newtpaw stumbled a bit under Rosepaw's weight, but he managed to barely keep her up. He padded into the camp and avoided any looks from curious ShadowClan cats. His yellow eyes stared straight at the medicine den and he padded directly up to it. Once he entered the den, he gently put Rosepaw down at his paws.
"Roaringblaze," The tom began, except his voice was a lot more serious and calm compared to the first time he had yelled the medicine cat's name, "Rosepaw's been injured."
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