Warriors: Epidemic [DISCONTINUED]
[This book is discontinued.]
"Come on Wishkit, sweet little Wishkit," he slurs obnoxiously, his odour of disease hitting me in a sickening wave, "Won't you wish for us now, wish for us now?"
Yesterday, the snow was crisp and white and pure. The sky was a crystal shard of pale, pale blue, with a shockingly bright sun that burned an intense white across the snowy forest's skeletal branches. Peace sighed, and its chilled cloudy breath swept through the Clans, settling hearts and minds. The kits frolicked and the apprentices were healthy. Our Clan was free from sickness, worry, starvation and drought.
But that was yesterday.
The inseparable will be torn apart, the unbreakable will be ripped to shreds, and the proudest, bravest cat will be whimpering with its chin in the dirt. A slender silhouette of a villain, two-dimensional and colourless, has swept through my forest and shattered everything it has touched with fingers thinner than the smallest flake of freshly-fallen snow.
Won't you come and wish with me? We could use a helping paw.