Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

I could only believe that they felt the same. Later in the day there was a big commotion in the halls near us and a vamp that I didn't know was upset. He was more than upset, he was enraged. He was roaring and pitching a fit. Soon warriors came with a doctor that gave him a sedative to calm him. I was concerned but I was told not to worry about it. The next few months were relatively calm. Cash and I didn't see his friend much and we didn't hear anything more about Kitty.

I was instructing Casper when a sharp pain hit me followed by a painful howl. My brows furrowed, knowing one of my warriors was in pain, but something was wrong. My paws immediately found their way to the injured wolf, moving slickly through the forest until I spotted a dark brown wolf that was howling in pain, blood spewing from his stomach, surrounded by 2 other wolves. "What is going on?" I asked, trying to assess the information. The warrior was in too much pain to reply to me so another explained the situation." his injuries from the fight are not healing."

“She um, she still hasn’t woken up. The doctor says she’s been poisoned.” Caspian’s eyes droop with acknowledgement and Marco seems to realize the Alpha knows more than we do. “What’s going on out there? Everyone is getting ill,” says the prince. Although not brash, he’s still firm with his questions. Caspian sighs, rubbing a tired hand across his face. “The doctors agreed that it’s some form of poisoning. But they can’t pinpoint what. It’s obviously been something that a majority in the pack have been exposed to. But the randomness is confusing. They don’t understand why some are ill and why others aren’t.”

She always spoke softly to Tyron. We all looked at her curiously. How did they differ? She clicked her tongue before answering our questioning stares. “Well you guys use your wolves to heal, were-cats use our felines, but we purr and the vibrations are soothing and healing, sending like magnetic waves through our bones that help us heal better.” Note to self, read up on were-cats. The conversation had to come back around to me and my wolf again. I groaned. I was really getting fed up with it. I have always been a freak and now I would never not be a freak.

"We are wolves Vanya. When we are strong, we are really strong. When we are fast, we are really fast. And when we fall sick... Well, we are really sick." She was right, very right about that one. Everything was just worse whenever it came to our kind. And no matter what, I couldn't be taken to a human hospital. We could never know what might be waiting for us there. Maybe we would be the next experiments lab rat... Maybe not, but no one would want to take those chances. "And when we have fever, we have a very bad one." Marco added before turning to Emilia. "I think her temperature has gone up more. " Emilia touched my forehead, a worried look on her face.

“His refusal to let the Capital’s elites train alongside Deadfang’s warriors means he has something serious to hide. I have a feeling that he’s trying to cover up the fact that he’s working with rogues.” “A couple of warriors were sent on test missions by Alpha Ethan already. Just a quick overnight thing, from what I heard, but all of them are in a bad shape,” Marcel suddenly mutters. Both Derrick and I look at him like Marcel just grew another head. “What?” Derrick growls. “It has only been a day since they left! What on Earth is going on?” “The warrior reported that those, who were sent on those missions, returned weak and gravely ill. There’s a rumor among the elite warriors that those wh

“You are like your old self again.” Leaving the house, we piled into Cathy’s car. The nearer we came to the hospital, the more people started to look, noticing me in the passenger seat. “Is that Dr. A?!” I heard someone gasp from the sidewalk while we were at a red light. As werewolves did not get sick, they could not catch colds or suffer stomach pain. For them to need a Healer, their ailment had to either be a life crisis or some kind of physiological obstacle.

the first nurse hesitated, “she’s a rich person. Maybe she’s not used to working like the rest of us.” “Then she should have stayed home!” someone snapped. “Not come here just to boss everyone around!” I stood there, listening, my heart heavy. The strange illnesses they were talking about — I knew exactly what they meant. For the past few days, more and more wolves were coming down with a strange fever and weakness that no medicine seemed to cure. It was a dangerous time. We needed all hands on deck. And Diane… she was making things worse. I clenched my fists again, feeling anger burn through me.

Not only deadly plagues… there's even been a war going on between the White Snake tribe and the Black Cat tribe not too long ago. Their war ended a few weeks back— where it was said that only a few remaining Black Cat and White Snake remain behind. Thanks to that, the human immediately understood that the survivors are immune to the plague, he decided to look for them to create a cure. However, after searching for days— there's no luck— the local Fenrir wolves' condition is getting worse each day. Until the day— the clash between the remaining White Snakes, Black Cats, and Snow Leopards.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."