Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

"This is circumstantial at best." "There are also reports," another council member said, a thin man with cold eyes, "of employees at that store experiencing unusual fatigue, unexplained bruising, headaches that wouldn't go away. All symptoms that began after she started working there." "I have cancer," I said, my voice shaking. "I'm going through chemotherapy. Those are my symptoms. They're not contagious." "Aren't they?" Elena asked. "Or is it possible that Wolfless wolves carry something in their corrupted blood? Something that affects those around them, particularly the young and vulnerable?"

BACK AT THE WOLFSONG DOMINION PACK Cassius’ POV~~ As wolf kinds, it is so rare for us to get sick. Let’s just say we don’t get sick at all. The moon goddess has given us immunity against sickness, but not against rare, old-age conditions.

She lay back, breathing hard, trying not to cry. The low grumbling voice momentarily snapped her from the pain. "Well, guys, what do we have here? It stinks like a dog and it's stupid enough to get caught in a wolf trap. It must be one of Nicolas' pack that escaped when we killed the rest of those sniveling mutts." Mandy stared at three enemy cats, and wondered if her life could get any worse. ***

Stroking her fur, Larissa went into the living room and asked, "Where's Muffin?" She had been in the middle of speaking when she caught sight of Muffin, who was crouched in the cage. The cage door had not been closed, which was why Cookie was able to come out. But Muffin only lifted her head for a moment when she heard Larissa's voice before dropping back down onto the cage floor. She was dull and lethargic. It was probably because she knew she had done something wrong yesterday. Aster's wounds were not serious, and the doctor had already said the chances of vaccinated house cats having any viruses were very low.

“My love, please. I’m worried sick about you. Please just come with me.” “A depressed werewolf. That must be new,” I say and get up. I do it for him, because I can’t keep running in circles, hurting him when he’s trying everything in his power just to bring a smile to my face. “Not really,” Kane says. “Why do you think we have treatments for it? You’re really not the first one this has happened to. The higher up the ranks we go, the more prevalent it is. Very common in warriors, actually.”

Ash said, chiming in. “Oh White Star was having issues, they didn’t have enough young warriors to guard their perimeter. Some years back maybe twenty, a weird plague seemed to spread throughout their pack and many pups were still born, or she-wolves couldn’t get pregnant at all. No one could figure it out, likely a spell we figured but no one could know for sure, it was a nightmare.

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."

“I have to know what bit you, Kate. This is more serious than it looks.” “I’m fine, Collins. If I’ll have to explain myself, I’d rather not get treated. I can manage.” He dipped the wet cotton into the wound and Kate bit her lips. “I’m only asking because I need to know.” “Well, it’s not an animal, if you must know. Not a dog, or a snake. Just treat it.” “Do you feel feverish?” Kate had been feverish since the previous day and she had thought it was her body’s way of informing her that she was stressed. She had taken some painkillers and considered it history.

I turned around and went straight back to the square. The Greywolf Pack was holding an emergency council. A rare illness—wolfsbane fever—had struck the pack in recent days. Several elite warriors had collapsed one after another. The leadership and the elders were frantic. The wolves of the sick warriors were weakening fast. Their bodies burned with fever. Soon they'd lose all reason and turn into mindless killing beasts. Panic had swallowed the entire pack. The healers were drowning. Nothing was working.

Us wolves rarely get sick, so finding out that someone I used to be so close to is ill and very sick, it seems, is heartbreaking. There are a few things that can make a wolf sick, and I knew that Klaus was going to be a warrior because already when we were kids, he was the best fighter. I always told him that he would become a high-ranked warrior, and the warriors have a bigger chance of being exposed to silver or wolfsbane, which is highly poisonous for wolves. So my first thought was, that this was the reason for my old friend's sickness. I had not been thinking about the, one thing that makes wolves get sick, or go crazy, almost always right away.