Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

The only reason I’m here is because as medic alpha my opinion is very important and valuable to all of them. If not, they’d have excluded me like they did to the rest of the staff who will find out about the event through an emailed invitation. “The importance of spreading awareness and spreading the word, helps us set up smaller factions in places where people can’t have hospitals. Most wolf packs suffer from illnesses, that they think are common for our species. Having no clue that they’re being tricked. That there are cures, and symptoms to look out for. And in the process of not knowing the cause of their illness, they start to derive freaky, depraved, and demented methods thinking it’ll

His voice was low and tentative, still caressing the lines of my hair. The way he acted so naturally, he must have known the moment I opened my eyes. “I’m tired,” I breathed, not knowing I had said the words out loud. “You won’t be coming here tomorrow.” I sprang up immediately. “What!” I paused, seeing the papers and the little notes I had made before I fell asleep. Reports from across the territory—wolves were falling ill, and the causes were unknown. With the symptoms I had gathered, it could only be one thing—Moonfire.

Desiree shifted on the couch. “What’s going on?” Warren asked. I looked down at Milo, then up at her—the only other person who’d been home. The one who wanted the cat gone since day one. “What the hell did you do to my cat!?” I snapped, my voice sharp with panic. Desiree tilted her head with feigned confusion. “Me? Why would I hurt your cat?” Warren stepped closer, alarmed. “What happened to him?” “He’s coughing up blood, Warren!” I shouted, barely able to hold back the tears. “The only person who’d ever hurt him—is her!”

Zane POV. "I nu want it," the little kitten whines, it's been a week since the falling incident and we've been doing our best to keep Iris and Seth separated for now, every time they meet in the same place, a fight would happen. "Come on little kitten, it's bedtime," Nick says helping me out with her, she hissed at him, she never hisses at us, only at Mathew, but now she's hissing at us as well.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

"Snowy's injuries are almost healed. Sir, would you like to come see her with me?" Snowy was the name I gave the white cat. Since Katie had a mild allergy to cat fur, Snowy had been staying at a veterinary hospital. In the dim car, Ian rested one hand on the steering wheel and looked away from the rearview mirror. He narrowed his eyes at me slightly and smiled. "Sure." Katie, whose foot was halfway out of the Porsche, stopped. She immediately sat back down and stomped her foot furiously. "No! You can't! Today is your birthday. I promised I'd spend it with you. How can you leave with this wretch instead?"

Wolves continued to get sick at each sunset. The strange disease continued spreading through the pack like wildfire. At first it had only affected a few elderly wolves, but now even young warriors were collapsing without warning. Our healers worked day and night, the omegas too exhausted every herb they knew but nothing worked. Every morning I received another list of names. Another family destroyed. Another warrior buried. That was just too much to bear. I was viewing another healer's head fall in helplessness in the infirmary. "Sorry, Alpha," she whispered, tears trailing down her face. "We did everything we could."

Cat shuddered at the memory, and I reached out and took her hand. She had been very sick for weeks after we had rescued her and Abby from Troll Mountain and I knew she still sometimes had nightmares about it. “You think this was all set up? That someone meant for all of this to happen?” Cat always seemed to know what I was thinking. We worked so well together, and always have. “Yes, and I don’t think that person was the crone we fought.” Cat gasped. “I think there is someone stronger behind all of this and we are all still very much in danger.”

,is asked before I start. "we got three allies coming which means three different packs ate a day away from getting here. We will destroy all of them but the pack will remain locked down till all threats are gone. Kat had a successful surgery to remove a tumor and should be home later today. I appreciate all the well wishes and gifts. If you have to go anywhere let warriors know right away so everyone is accounted for",I sigh as the murmurs start. "when will it all end?",I knew this was a main question because I get asked daily.

I kept my hands close to my sides as I moved further in, careful not to brush against a bed frame or the narrow tables holding bowls of steeping herbs. Fedris had warned that the sickness was going to come back stronger and worse. And no one knew if the sickness could pass down from wolf to wolf after exposure. The long preparation table near the far wall had been cleared. Several scrolls rested there, tied in thin cord marked with different pack insignias. Records gathered from mallows territories. Healer observations. Historical accounts of unusual illnesses. I approached the table and reached for the scrolls. The first scroll opened with a faint crackle of stiff parchment.