Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

His usually calm expression was pale, and his jaw tight. “Alpha Aarhea,” he called, his voice clipped. “We’ve got a problem!” he informed me. I sat up straighter and I furrowed, “What kind of problem?” I asked. He closed the door behind him. “A message just came from Crimson. The members of the pack are getting sick!” My stomach dropped, and questioned him, “Sick? From what? Wounds? Poison?” “Neither,” Ellias said grimly. “It started with fevers, then coughing. Some can’t shift back after transforming. According to Elders, many of the members are feeling weak and failing!” he replied.

- Mark said to the warriors who were looking at them. - Alpha Kevin? – calls one of the older warriors with a mischievous smile – my mate also throws up a lot for no reason. She did it daily for 3 or 4 months. This illness happened to her 3 times in her life. It's very serious. Kevin and Mark looked worried, while some warriors who realized what the other was saying, started to chuckle. - What is the disease - Mark asks. - Pregnancy. Stephany was getting mad. She had arranged for the young warrior to meet her at the western border of the Pach and he was not there. She had been waiting for 10 minutes, which for her was a scandal.

"Alpha, two more wards. The warriors are showing the same symptoms." Shit. My heart clenched. I followed as he led the way, Tom at my heels. The scene that met me stole the air from my chest. Blood slicked the floor, thick in the air like iron mist. Warriors writhed on their cots, coughing until crimson sprayed their hands and sheets. The doctors flurried helplessly from one bed to another, their white coats smeared red. My chest tightened. Infection. It had to be infection. Their wounds, their closeness in these wards, it explained everything. It had to.

“I’ve treated several of our pack members. It starts off subtle—lethargy, irritability—but it’s getting worse. Whatever this is, it’s not something I’ve seen before.” Marcus leaned forward, his expression darkening. “Are you saying this illness can take down our pack members, too?” I met his eyes, and I didn’t sugarcoat it. “It already has. Two of our warriors collapsed during patrol last night. Their healing is slower than it should be. Whatever’s causing this… it’s not normal.”

“How? She’s not even a year old yet.” The healer nods, brushing her fingers gently over Milanya’s flushed cheek. “It happens differently for every wolf. For some, it’s a quiet meeting, barely noticeable. For others, especially those with strong spirits, it manifests physically—fevers, restlessness, even pain.” Katya’s hand grips my arm, her fingers trembling. “But... she’s so young. How is that possible?” The healer’s expression softens. “It’s rare, but not unheard of. And from the severity of her symptoms, I’d say her spirit is exceptionally strong.”

I couldn’t wait to see Beau’s absolutely adorable face. I fling the door open, all ready with my gloves and mask on. “Beau!” Beau makes a soft, excited squeal the moment he sees me. His silver eyes are a brighter shade, from all the food I’d been feeding him. But the violet stains have only spread, since the first day. He is asleep nearly all day, from fatigue. Sometimes his body burns with fever. The plague was a bitch. Not a single wolf who had caught the illness had shown signs of healing. Even the warriors. Two had already died, their corpses nearly covered in those dark, violet burns.

The pups were getting worse, fever rising, breath rattling, and bodies twitching from whatever they had been injected with. Keres carried two at once, arms tense, and his jaw locked. I hurried over to help him out as well. We set them down on makeshift bedding, and panic flickered in the warriors’ eyes. “There’s no healer,” one whispered. “No medic. We’re losing them” They were genuinely scared. “We’re not losing them.” The growl came from Keres, dark and final. But the truth was clear. His men knew it and I did too. I could no longer stay silent, I swallowed hard;

But his touch was so delicate, I could never imagine he would ever be so gentle with me. "It's not healing, none of the warriors that have been attacked are healing. Their claws were laced with wolfsbane which is very unusual. We just discovered this fact a few minutes ago," he grumbled in annoyance and I was surprised. The door opened and a nurse walked in with a tray. "Alpha!" She respectfully bowed and stated, "I need to clean her wound so that it can start healing."

Brickland says as he grabs the fold-up table in one hand and another box of veggies in the other. “Under the weather? It’s not common for werewolves to get sick. Did they say what’s wrong?” I can’t help but feel curious. I’ve only ever seen children get sick. Once our wolves manifest, werewolves rarely get sick unless exposed to poisons. Our immune systems are strong enough to prevent any form of cold or virus that would be harmful to a human. That’s what made the Fated Plague so frightening. Nothing could be done to stop it.

Just as Seraphine begins to adjust to her new role, disaster strikes. A mysterious illness sweeps through the pack, causing wolves to experience debilitating symptoms—high fevers, fatigue, and nightmares that leave them unable to shift. Panic ensues as pack members fall ill, and Seraphine’s earlier transformation becomes a liability rather than a strength. Many pack members begin to blame her, believing her connection to the Moon Goddess brought this curse upon them. Seraphine sat in the healer’s hut, watching as the pack’s youngest members were cared for, each one pale and feverish, their breaths shallow and strained. The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the quiet murmurs