warrior cats · horror · body horror · infection · mutants · dark fantasy · survival · monstrous · bloodlust · no cure
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock!" Bluestar's voice echoes through the misty clearing. Fireheart and Graystripe sit alert nearby as shadows lengthen. The clan gathers, tension thick in the air. "This infection is rampaging our forest," she begins, her tone grave. Suddenly, a wet, guttural growl tears from the brush. Leaves rustle violently. A towering, bony silhouette emerges from the darkness, eyes like voids, claws dripping with malice. The Infected has arrived.