Warrior Cats Illnesses Novels & Stories

"Are you sure she didn't get enough sunlight? Maybe that's what she needs." "I know very well who I am, Dustmuzzle," she snapped without missing a beat. The younger tom just blinked in surprise before flattening his own ears in embarrassment. She glowered at him and stood up after sitting for so long. "In fact, I feel more at home now than I ever have." "Maybe... but perhaps I should have a look at you just in case," Mothflight mewed. She flicked her tail once and looked between Gorsefur and Dustmuzzle. "It isn't uncommon for cats to suffer from hallucinations when they have greencough."

I asked. “Well, when you blacked out, some of the maids started falling sick. On the second day, all the maids and warrior wolves had already become sick with an unknown disease,” Clarabelle explained. “What?” I said softly, a look of surprise and worry growing on my face.

I didn’t move a muscle as I looked from her to the big cat. I had met him earlier in the week and learned that he wasn’t like the other War cats. In fact, he didn’t have a handler, as he refused to submit to anyone but my father. That’s why he was made a War Cat of the castle, as he was very good at recognizing who was welcomed and who needed to be watched. That’s how Lucinda explained him to me before telling me his name.

I tried to comfort my Kitten, but that bastard Prince spewed out more nonsense. “Uncle has a serious heart disease. Even a bit of emotional stress could trigger his chest pain. And you ... You hit him so hard that he coughed up blood. It’s not an ordinary battle wound, King Maddox.” Heart disease and Werewolves? Was he out of his mind? During my long stay on the Earth, I had never come across a werewolf who suffered human-like diseases. And in which universe, the battle wounds were ordinary and harmless? Two absurdities in a single sentence fucked up my brain, I shot back at him.

I ask. "About twenty Alpha we got many fighters transitioning into warriors. We lost many in a rogue battle over the black poison your guard got infected with. It is an ongoing issue now. Many don't realize they are in trouble till it is too late. You man got lucky usually heart failure is the last thing that happens before death",he sighs out. I sigh as I fist my hair. "This diner is safe," Milly says, smiling. " I don't smell it," she nods happily.

In typical Jade fashion the reports are color coded, cross-referenced and she has included a flash drive to d******d all of it to my laptop. I notice right away that the more magical cats, “The Magi,” don’t mix often with the warrior groups. Sensing that this could hurt us as a pride I set out to remedy this. I partner up a warrior with a “Magi” and assign all to meet three times a week to brainstorm possible strategies. There are some new werecats that haven’t gotten too involved, that has to change as well. It would be all hands on deck for the foreseeable future. Everyone had something they could contribute. We are growing, but if we are to survive as a species, we are going to ne

Warren Fucking Brady is attacking again. His warriors have to be as exhausted as mine are, but here he is, attacking again. The asshole. I’m not sure how he knows that I’m injured, but I’m definitely the target of this attack. While my warriors may have one wolf each attacking them, I have multiple wolves, constantly attacking me, trying to take me down. Each time one of my warriors goes out, the attacking wolf joins the attack on me. At first, I was able to keep up, killing them as fast as they were attacking me. But my warriors are too exhausted, run down, and now, I’m sure, not healing as they should because of my previous fucking doctor.