---Wattpad content--- The Clans are at peace. Nightfrost has no problems. All is well. Until sickness strikes. Not greencough. Not whitecough. It's unlike anything anyone has seen before. It's lethal ... but only for a little while. Follow Nightfrost, a young WindClan survivor, as he navigates the arduous path of a mysterious prophecy given by the stars, dodging the trials of the outbreak left and right as the very world seems to be sent on a feral rampage ... if you would dare, that is. *I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS. ERIN HUNTER DOES.* *COVER MADE IN CANVA.*