Before everyone freaks out, this is a zombie warrior cats book, alright? My other one I decided to stop, but you can read it if you want, and I want this one to be a fresh new, clean slate, ya follow? Its about three clans, because why not? LightningClan, LakeClan, and BreezeClan. (If you didn't know, its just a counterpart of ThunderClan, RiverClan and WindClan.) They don't have many battles, unless it is important. They let loners, even rogues hunt on their territory, but only three pieces of prey each. (When leaf-bare, one.) They are usually docile, and peaceful, but they still practice battle training. But not as much anymore. Until, a drought happens. The water level in the river and the waterfall area has gone done three inches. Rogues start drinking a mysterious liquid, without knowing what it is. They turn into flesh-eaters, or zombies as twolegs call them. The flesh-eaters start causing havoc, will anyone survive?