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"You can help me, if you like," said a voice from across the garden. A cat with dark red fur from nose to tail-tip stepped around the corner, leaping onto nearby stump as her looked at the group of cats. He was a tom, powerfully built, tail lashing, and grungy, green eyes the color of pond scum leering down at them. His voice was cold and slimy like the black spills on the thunderpath. "You can tell me, which of you fleabags hurt my dog."
At that moment, the dog came padding heavily around the corner, its mouth open and panting as saliva dripped from its jaws. It looked at the red-furred cat with doey eyes, it's yellow fur blazing. It looked at the other cats, and perked up its ears, whining and wagging its tail. The cat raised his tail without looking back. "Stay, Goldie!"