Bloodshed (Zombie Warrior Cats)
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  • Reads 51,173
  • Votes 2,696
  • Parts 35
  • Time 3h 58m
Complete, First published Feb 16, 2015
When both medicine cats get a prophecy seasons before the real thing, they don't believe it's real. But when North Korea nukes America's beloved state, Washington, it feels all too close to home. Literally. RockClan and StreamClan are thrown into a world of desperation, death, and confusion as their home and the world around them is destroyed. But the poisonous water, waves, fire, radiation, and loss of kin isn't the hardest thing these Clan cats have to deal with. The flesh-craving, virus-carrying, spine-tingling killers are back - thanks to the nuke - for every cats blood and sanity and they won't stop until everyone's either dead or insane.
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Every disaster that threatens a Clan means StarClan will come and save you. You'll receive a prophecy that will save everything you love. The peril is vanquished in a battle, and there is no need for sleeping with one eye open anymore. StarClan will forever watch over you from your nest and keep you safe. That is what has been passed down from generations. Not every tale has to end like that: StarClan saving everyone with the chosen cat, everyone loving the hero or heroine - but it always does. So facing a challenge such as missing cats shouldn't be a challenging task. Moons pass on, cats keep disappearing faster and faster; nobody is doing anything to prevent the case. Everyone is relying on StarClan to send the prophecy to their medicine cat, just hoping that one day, the fiasco will end. Yet that's not the way fear works its way into hearts. Warriors, once brave and strong, now cowering behind one another. Apprentices with their eagerness to learn, now afraid of the outside world and going missing. Queens, always caring for their kits, now fearful of losing them to the mystery. Elders, who are as wise as the deepest river, now unable to provide an answers. With leaf-bare creeping up, the Clans are preparing for the harsh weather. Preparing for another season should be like gathering moss for the elders, but not this time. This time, the Clans are struggling just to assemble a hunting patrol and maintain borders. Forcing time out of daily tasks is asking the impossible. Leaf-bare is going to take the remaining lives of the cats that are lucky enough to even make it through leaf-fall. A silent storm will sweep across them and leave no traces; they might as well prepare to die in the white flakes of leaf-bare, covered up by mounds of snow, lost and forgotten. {This is a rewrite of my story and just like before, copying isn't allowed} {This is also a work of fanfiction! I do not own Warrior Cats!}
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| this is for an rp, so the timing of how things went is different from the series itself; however SPOILERS may show up so read at your own discretion. | Lion's face was suddenly smashed into the wall. Everything went silent. Scarlett had snapped. She'd managed to get ahold of Lion's scruff, rolling onto her paws, coincidentally spinning Lion around her and then slammed her forward into the wall. Lion jolted back with a gasp, eyes swelling with pain as she stumbled over herself, a paw rubbing at her face. Scarlett stood with her head raised now, glaring at her, watching as blood dribbled from her nose. Narrowing her eyes as her pupils turned to slits, she lifted her chin and tilted her head. "Who's next?" BloodClan has just been formed. The cat to be known as a dictatorial tyrant lies in wait for the perfect opportunity. While this goes on, one of the first BloodClan kits is born with a fate she could've never predicted for herself or the clan she calls home. But just how did she get there?