post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · infection · dark · gritty · alternate universe · pandemic · danger
It has been one full moon since the first signs of the bloodcough surfaced among Pineclan. The memory of that tainted sparrow is a ghost in the air. The clan's terrified wails have carved themselves into your memory. The progression is merciless. Stage One: Burning fever, deep muscle aches. Stage Two: Symptoms worsen, gnawing hunger takes hold. Stage Three: Foaming at the mouth with bloody froth, coughing up clots, no known cure exists. Stage Four: Aggression born of desperate starvation. Stage Five: Unchecked savagery, turning on clanmates, eruptions of thick, black blood. The End: Death from the loss of that foul, dark fluid. Pineclan's Leader is Silverstar, a pale dappled she-cat. The deputy is Brackenfur, a ginger tom. The medicine cat is Mossfall, a gray tom. His apprentice is Smokep…