Redpaw was sitting casually nearby, eating a lizard, when he spotted his good friend, Soulpaw, collapse on the ground, bloodied and wounded badly. The russet tom leaped to his paws and rushed over. "Soulpaw!" He yelped, nudging the apprentice gently to make sure he was still alive and conscious. "Who did this? What happened? I'll tear the life out of their little pathetic..." He drifted off, realizing the important thing now was that the younger tom got help. Shaking his head, Redpaw glanced in the direction of the medicine cats' den. "Hang on, I'll get help." He rushed toward the den, poking his head in. "Hailstorm! Mallowroot! Soulpaw's hurt bad! Get out here!"
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