hunger || warriors fanfiction

hunger || warriors fanfiction

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It's just a bite. A bite and you'll never be the same again. First, your body begins to shut down. You'll of course not be yourself due to the multiple seizures, vomiting, and head trauma that'll follow after the disease has entered your body between one to two days of recieving it. You slowly begin to rot, each waking moment a nightmare and every breath you take forces fire into your lungs and sends them screaming for you to stop. The only thing you'll feel before you shut your eyes is the nauseating-ly endless hunger that claws at your stomach. And then, finally, you die- sort of. Herbs have failed to falter the effects, the disease is spreading rapidly, and so far, no one has survived it. What could be the answer to stop this hellish nightmare? ____________________________ ____________________________ A warriors short story. Blood, gore, and dark themes. Be warned, kiddos!
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A sickness - like a mere case of the chills or a minor whitecough in a patient - is often something a medicine cat can easily fix, with some leafy catmint or perhaps a pawful of feverfew. It is vanquished effortlessly, and the illness is gone. It does not come back unless someone receives it again. But when the Clans have contracted a terrible sickness, StarClan has not answered for moons, and they are losing numbers quickly, nobody knows what to do. The medicine cats have done all they can for their Clanmates, however, nothing has worked. No longer outside the elder's den lay a lazy, gray-muzzled cat. The nursery, ever so faintly smelling of milk, only contains memories of what used to happen in the usually cheery den. The warrior's den only have three or four inhabitants, each of which thinks grimly of the day that the sickness could come upon them. The apprentice's den, in some Clans, has one cat who comes to sleep in it each night, cold and alone. Others are empty, filled with grief for lost futures. Leaf-fall has tumbled upon the Clans. Leaf-bare approaches, peeking over the treetops some mornings. This awful illness has lasted since Green-leaf and, still, with the medicine cats searching every day and the warrior's eyes peeled for it, a cure has not been found. However, each Clan has a reason for StarClan not answering them, and they mostly stick to it. Withering herbs, Clanmates, may wilt until they are nothing but a pile of dust, blown away by wind. { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED. } { The cover is made by the lovely @Talfli - go give her a follow & some votes. } { highest ranking: 40 in warriorcats | 1 in warriorcatsfanfiction }

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