Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

Not a defeat, not a catastrophe, simply the Blackwood pack handling something they should have handled easily with less ease than expected. The second: a wave of illness through the pack's younger warrior cohort. Again, not unusual as a standalone event. Illness moved through packs. But the timing, six weeks after the proceeding, and the specific cohort affected, young wolves who were three to five years into their training and who formed the pack's emerging strategic layer, gave it a specific weight when read alongside the border skirmish.

My wolf growled in anger. “What?” My voice was a growl now, venom dripping from every syllable. “She became ill the first night she got there after healing the diseased,” Alaric continued, his voice shaking. “We thought we could help her but everything has proven difficult. Our healer believes it’s the same sickness affecting the others. I came here to—” My fist connected with his face before he could finish. The impact sent him stumbling backward, a gasp of pain escaping his lips as he clutched his jaw.

_Alaric's POV_ I was deep in thought when Beta Thorian burst into my chambers, his face pale and his eyes wide with concern. I could feel his nervousness and I wondered what kind of bad news he had brought. “Prince Alaric,” Thorian began, his voice tight with worry, “something terrible has happened. Many werewolves in the city have suddenly fallen ill. The symptoms… they’re severe.”

Richard exclaimed in a mix of shock and surprise. The other Alphas also turned to look at the warrior, who was sweating profusely and on his knee. “Did you see It?” I asked calmly. Julian nodded vehemently, “Yes, yes. I rushed over as soon as I realized this. It's a matter demanding your attention, as we don't know what to do. Even the physicians can't do anything about it, they don't even know what to do since the nature of the illness is unknown. We are not even sure if it's an illness or something else.”

“ She has been like that since she lost her mate “ He added and I couldn't help but look up at him. His face was nonchalant as if he wasn't affected by it but I knew he was deep down. Attending to her day and night might have been hard on him. No one deserved to see their parents in such a bad condition, not even him. “ The funny part is the doctors have nothing medically to say about her illness” he scoffed and I felt a bit relieved that he was at least talking to me about her. “ Gamma Zackery, alpha Roman wants you to find out what is happening in the clubhouse” one of the two warriors informed him and I bit on my bottom lip hearing his name.

I rose slowly from my chair. The movement alone made several elders tense. Several warriors standing near the walls straightened instinctively. The entire room could feel my wolf. Restless. Agitated. Violent. "Let's call it what it is." My hands clenched into fists. "You want me to beg." Silence. No one denied it. Because they couldn't. The sickness had spread through six more villages. Food stores were nearly depleted. The healers remained helpless. And every report arriving from the borders painted the same picture.

We had contacted were council as well as Elders for help, and they were yet to respond. It had been a week since we went to the caves. What we had found there were thousands of werewolves of all ages. We had found the captured mates of the warriors along with the warriors. They were in the worst conditions. Deprived of hygiene, food, water, space, and sunshine, and majorly they were deprived of freedom. All these had left them defeated, lost, and depressed. The biggest challenge for us was to evacuate them, take care of their medical needs as many of them were suffering, and mostly distribute them among all the packs.

Terrick watch as the healers treat Catrina, the clean her wound and bandage it. “ can she travel?” Terrick ask the healers “ yes Alpha she can” “ when will she wake up?” “ she will maybe in a weeks time or more, she is very weak and needs to rest” “ okay thank you” for the first time Terrick thank his workers. He carry Catrina in his arms bridal style and walk out of his room. “ Terrick is Catrina okay? How did she get hurt?” Epie ask feeling worried “ she is fine dear, there’s nothing to worry about okay” “Okay” she answered but her eyes were on Catrina who is unconscious in Terrick’s arms. “ I will need your help Epie” “ with what” “ am going to carry both you and Catrina on my back, I wan

It couldn't have been fake, right? “How . . . How is she sick?” Werewolves didn't get ‘sick’. Sure, they could get severely hurt, like Bradford, poisoned, like Kaiden, but not sick. Our gene pool had become so isolated and deviated from that of normal humans that we just didn't have the capacity to fall prey to normal diseases. “We don't know. But it's bad, and it's very serious. You have to come with me as soon as you can.” I shook my head. “No. I'm not going anywhere with you.”

I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a large and powerful light yellow with darker brown spots panther. A fury of teeth and claws accompanied by growls and hisses filled the stadium air as the two werecats fought. The bloodiest battle there had been all day. I held my breath until finally, Mason’s cat had the warrior pinned on the ground. With his claws sunk deep into his side and the warrior lay still in a position of submission. The whistle blew indicating the match had ended. I ran up to him, grabbing a towel as I did and assessing his injuries. “Shit are you ok?” I asked while my hand automatically came up placing the towel over the bleeding claw marks left behind on his