Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

He turned to Damien when he entered and frowned. "What took you so long?" he asked the games master. "They had a lot of questions," replied Damien. "How are they?" he gestured towards the 2 cats sleeping on a heap of fur near the heart. "The grey one had a couple of broken ribs and a ruptured left lung." he reported, "I have already healed the bones and the collapsed lung, but much rest is needed." "And the yellow one?" Damien nodded at the Dorin cat. "He is well and fine, aside from a wound on his shoulder." the centaur frowned deeper. "I had to put him to sleep since he kept circling around me as I worked on the grey one.

I was about to mind-link Zurin to report the situation when someone dug into my head. 'Gamma, we have a problem here.' I instantly rose from my seat, my heart thudding loudly. Was it the time? 'What is it?' I asked as I made my way out of the office. I was familiar with the voice. It was one of the warriors securing the west border. 'Some warriors suddenly fall ill. We brought them to the infirmary and let the doctor check them. But the number keeps adding, and we begin losing men.' My brows furrowed. Fell ill? 'What do you mean?'

The days had turned into a blur of frantic activity. Rayka and Sylvester were no longer merely focusing on healing their pack from the battle’s aftermath; now, they had to confront a new, insidious threat that sought to unravel everything they had fought for. The mysterious illness, which had already claimed several lives and left many more weakened, was proving to be more than just a random affliction. It was a deliberate attack designed to destabilize their pack and undermine their efforts.

She went to her car, made Liam sit on the passenger seat with Pomy in his lap and drove to a nearby animal hospital. Liam had been crying all the way to hospital, she had tried her best to reassure him. The vet told her that they would need to keep the cat until she recovers, her internal organs were damaged. "They have to keep Pomy here for her treatment. I'll bring you tomorrow to meet her. Let me drop you home," she told him and meanwhile Yara arrived there with the credit card. She didn't have enough money to pay for the treatment of cat, therefore she had called her.

he revealed and as listening on more intently I felt Clay’s gaze on me for a slight second before he turned it back to the front. “Two problems have risen in the pack that hasn’t been brought to light in fear that it would cause chaos among the people,” he revealed mysteriously. He didn’t wait a second as he revealed the first problem, “People in our pack have seemed to acquire a strange illness or disease that has made them weak physically. Even some of our strong warriors that are affected by it seem to sleep in the day at random times while lolling about the rest of time faintly here and there. The fatigue takes over their body and mind to such an extent that they have to stay home on bed

“Why the hell wasn’t I informed earlier?” He flinched. “We thought it was a minor infection. We tried to contain it without disturbing you.” “Really? You used that brain of yours to think?" He bowed his head, ashamed. I walked slowly through the wreckage. Mothers lay beside their pups, as if they’d tried to shield them from the sickness. Warriors had fallen mid-shift, their claws half-extended, teeth bared in helpless fury. The sickness… it was like nothing I’d seen before. Not just a disease. Something darker. Magical.

Mason explained. "Then maybe they would be able to help us with properly diagnosing your pack members!" Danica said excitedly. "What's this about his pack members?" Nigel asked raising an eyebrow. Danica looked to Mason who looked uncomfortable. "I didn't want to bother you with my pack issues, but some of my warriors have developed serious illness." "What are the symptoms?" Nigel pushed fixing his gaze on Mason. "Bleeding from gums and eyes, loss of sanity, inability to turn back human." Mason ticked off.

Being in her mid thirties, she has seen this beautiful girl go through a lot of medical care than anybody else in her entire life. The two have been there with Doctor Jason as his doctor mates since seven years, and the last two years are where they have seen their 'Dear dutiful Sir' shivering. Whenever it was about Valen and her injuries, he perspired in terror. Well, Jason never had a child. That is because his mate passed away before their mating ceremony. She was on the last stage of Canine Distemper when they met. A kind of disease that attacks the respiratory, urogenital, gastrointestinal, and nervous systems of wolves, a serious viral illness with no known cure.

This was a rare phenomenon because other werewolf kingdoms had a handful of omegas, which were weak and couldn’t fight or defend themselves. This was a good thing hence no one was treated so badly because a beta or Gamma could push up his training skills and become an Alpha. Then suddenly calamity befell our kingdom. A strange illness ravished the land. Clans and packs were suddenly dying like chickens. They would bleed from their eyes and nose and the last straw that would break the camel’s back is that, they would sweat so much till they die.

I said. “I am saying that.” My bafflement grew at his confirmation. “Now, don’t take my words seriously. I am no healer, and I am not some expert on wolves. The ones with us werewolves, that is. From what I’ve heard of your friend, there hasn’t been quite a case of an illness similar to yours in any medical records or books she knew of. Or am I wrong?” I was not a doctor myself, but from what I knew, Pularis was not wrong. Even Caitlyn said so, and hoped that his pack would know something about my condition that is not known in the Bluemoon pack.