Title: Outbreak

Lore: Same

About: Dovefeather was a fearless warrior. She has everything she could possibly ever ask for. A loving clan, food and shelter and an eager and energetice apprentice, Owlpaw. One day, Owlpaw and her came across a group of raccoons. They seemed odd. Still, silent and chittering eerily. When Owlpaw stepped out to attack them, thinking that they would be easy prey, all the raccoons attacked. Not enough to kill her, but injured her badly enough to take out an eye, one ear and multiple bites and scratches on her pelt. Frostflame instantly ran to get the medicine cat, Juniperleap.

Dovefeather was continuously told by Juniperleap not to worry and that Owlpaw would be healed within a moon. However, she could not be more wrong.

The next day, Dovefeather went to check on her apprentice, Owlpaw. She saw her foaming vigorously at the mouth and had a frenzied gleam in her eye. Dovefeather knew that this was definitely not right and asked Juniperleap what was wrong. 

Juniperleap said that Owlpaw should be fine, but in her eyes and voice, Dovefeather knew that Owlpaw was not okay. When Owlpaw suddenly screeched and leaped forwards to attack Dovefeather, she quickly ran outside of the medicine den.

Owlpaw was in the clearing of the camp. Mouth foaming, eyes glassed over as he began to attack and bite his clanmates.

As more and more of her clanmates became victims to this disease, Dovefeather quickly escaped and ran to the other clans, hoping to find shelter. 

To her dismay, the other clans were affected by the same disease and only a pawful of survivors were found in each clan. Dovefeather was the only survivor from her clan.

She set out with the others to find escape from the madness and soon came across a tribe that lived up in the mountains. The clan cats had to adjust quickly to their new home and when Dovefeather couldn't take it for much longer, a tribe cat told her that there was no home left for her and it would be better if she stayed here with them. Dovefeather could feel grief clawing at her chest but she knew the tom was right.

After a couple of moons, she and the tom who had told her the information, Snow settling over a silent creek, became mates and Dovefeather had a litter of kits. However, Dovefeather will never forget her old home and hopes that just one day...there will be a possibility of returning there.

Epigraph: Worry does not empty the tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.