Chapter seven

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"My name is Blackpaw," I say. "Who are you?"
"Leaf." His green eyes remind me of a maple, and his orange coat of falling autumn leaves.
"That suites you," I meow. "Do you want some food?" He nods rapidly. I quickly see a squirrel that is nibbling near by. I leap up the tree at it. I race after it as it runs. It leaps to the next tree. Without thinking I jump. I land on the squirrel, killing it with a sharp bite. I race down the tree, dropping at Leaf's paws. He gapes in amazement.
"How did... how did you you do that?" He asks.
"Just climbed up the tree and got it," I meow, puzzled. He shakes his head.
"Why did you help me?"
"You were injured, and dying. I couldn't let you die," I meow.
"Thank you," he murmurs. He rubs his cheek against mine. I want to pull my head back, but something in me keeps me there.

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