Wolfwhisper's POV

"I don't know what it is!" Frostshine mewed desperately. "I've never seen anything like it." Birchkit, Blackthorn's only kit, was lying coughing in Frostshine's den. Leafpetal, Ivytail, Redclaw and Silverdrop were also in her den, all coughing and vomiting. "It's not greencough, nor is it like any sickness I've ever seen. I can't find a cure and, if I don't, I can't guarantee more that a moon for any of them."
Foxshade was listening gravely, his head bent. "Well, we must keep it from spreading. Keep them confined." Frostshine nodded, looking terrified. Wolfwhisper had heard enough. Turning he left the camp into the forest. Sun was streaming down, bringing heat and prey. The sickness had broken out half a moon ago and the cats that had fallen sick so far were showing no sign of getting better. Frostshine wasn't sure she could save them. Worry for Redclaw gripped his stomach as he stalked a mouse. Ivytail had been first to fall ill, and it was spreading faster that greencough. Oh Featherpaw. If you don't come home soon, our brother might die. You won't have time to say goodbye. Wolfwhisper thought desperately. Redclaw won't die. He though firmly. Now stop it.
Wolfwhisper returned to camp much later with a great haul of fresh-kill to find Stormstar vomiting all over the fresh-kill pile. No! Stormstar can't fall ill! Frostshine came running, her mouth full of herbs. "Come on. Lets get you to my den." She mewed, nudging him to his paws. "Wolfwhisper will you take the fresh-kill pile and bury it? Then wash off in the stream."
"Ok," Wolfwhisper replied, starting to push the prey out of the camp.
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One moon later
The camp reeked of sickness. Leafpetal had been first to die, closely followed by Ivytail and Birchkit. Ontop of that were the only cats that were still well, Raingaze, Foxshade, Flamestripe, Cherryfrost and her kit Willowkit, and Wolfwhisper. They had moved from the camp and built a temporary base to stop the falling ill, taking prey to the camp and leaving it a the exit for cats to come and get. Five cats could hardly feed a whole clan as well as doing border patrols. Wolfwhisper was so utterly tired he could hardly put his paws in front of each other. He was attempting to hunt, but to no avail. He was gaunt and his ribs could be seen through his matted pelt. Foxshade had been to see if any of the clan could help, but everyone seemed to be suffering from the same, unnamed, cure less sickness. At the gathering only a dozen cats had turned up and RockClan hadn't been there at all. Flamestripe came through the woods, his head hanging. "Hazelkit didn't make it."
"What?" Wolfwhisper gasped, "Poor Cherryfrost." Cherryfrost had had a litter of three kits, Willowkit, Rosekit and Hazelkit. Willowkit was still alive, but Rosekit was horribly sick. Frostshine couldn't cure her, and she would probably suffer the same fate as her littermate. Is this what you want StarClan? For the clans to die from some unknown sickness? But there seemed to be no hope for the battered clans, maybe this was truly the end of the age of the clans.