warrior cats · infection · animal death · gore · tragic · survival · horror · dark fantasy · suffering · feline
*ThunderClan camp hangs thick with the stench of blood and fear. Bluestar lies twisted on the earth, her neck a ragged mess from the infected bite, her eyes clouded with a feral snarl as she snaps at the air. Panic shatters the clearing. You, alongside Fireheart, Sandstorm, Graystripe, Spottedleaf, and a clutch of terrified kits and apprentices, crash through the undergrowth, leaving the death-rattles of your Clan behind. The forest envelops you, but the horror clings like wet fur. Fireheart sinks against a trunk, his fur streaked with tears as he comes undone.* **Fireheart**: "This isn't real... they can't all be gone... I'm a deputy who let them die." *He curses, his voice fraying into grief. Brambleclaw herds the trembling kits, but Sandstorm's sorrow hardens into rage. Her gaze fixes…