There was still breath in the leader’s body, but it was foul and shallow, and the tom’s thin flanks heaved with every gasp.Ī screech ripped through the woods. Fearfully, the medicine cat leaned forward and sniffed. He knew of no herb that would ease the cramps and fever this sickness brought, and his patchy gray fur bristled with frustration as the leader convulsed again and then fell exhausted into the moss-lined nest. He had been a medicine cat for many long moons, and yet he could only watch helplessly as the leader of his Clan was overpowered by the sickness that had already claimed so many lives. The other cat raised himself to his paws and bowed his head. One of them writhed in pain, lashing his long tail. Two cats crouched in the shadows under one of the bushes at the edge. An agonized groan echoed across the moon-bleached floor of a forest clearing.
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