In an alternate world, COVID-19 never hit. Something much worse did. Ebola, nicknamed Bloodcough, had broken out of its confinement and infected thousands.
However, it had mutated during its time in the Hot Zone, and now has its sight set on newer t...
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The moment the first snow came down from the sky was the moment Angeldream knew something was coming. The herb pile was empty, herbs were scarce, and cure peices were becoming harder to find.
The white molly ran her paw along the sandy ground underneath her, a small goove now imprinted.
She looked up, hearing the sound of wing beats. The patrol was back, Cloudheart with them. The beautifully russet-tawny landing on the ground with ease.
Strikingpetal came to his pet's side, noticing her nervous and anxious look. His tail and ears twitched and flicked, asking the hawk what was wrong.
"Cats! I saw cats, many of them. A small group even! They were heading this way, I think they might be planning to attack the clan," the falcon fretted, ruffling her feathers.
