Larkfeather's Choice

A crow of perfect sleekly black wings alights upon a nearby dead branch. They flare like an omen as it settles. Cautious, beady eyes observing the mangled, undead creature dragging its body forward. Tottering and teetering out of the bushes. The spitty hiss it makes as its decayed teeth - yellowed and full of pulpy bits of bloody flesh - snap and bite. The crow chatters quietly, another landing idly next to him. No cat noticed the first signs until it was too late.

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Alt. Summary: A terrible virus has ripped through the clans, worse than what any cat has ever seen. In the forest, the undead begin to roam and abound. Resources are scarce, and every last heart beating is left to fend for their own safety by any means necessary - lie, cheat, steal or kill. Cats turn against each other; murder one another. Blood paints the sky. An ill-fated she-cat from ShadowClan struggles to survive as everything falls against her.