Quarantine

Prolouge
The moon was a claw scratch in a sea of cobalt, shedding its silver blood on the moors below. In a dip in one hill, cats huddled together for support, awaiting news that could make or break their lives. Every cat seemed to be holding their breath.

A slender tabby-and-white cat slid from a den, shoulders hunched. The Clan cats heads lifted, hope sparking in their silver-glinted eyes. The medicine cat sighed and sat heavily, looking at her Clan.

"Aquastar has the Fever." The whole camp was silent as the news sunk in. Even the tiny gray kit huddled between a tabby's paws had ceased its wailing.

Their leader had the Haze Fever.

Mudsplash's eyes flashed as she saw the last sliver of hope leave her Clanmates' eyes.

"We can't give up!" She called, bouncing to her paws. "StarClan is watching us. They won't let WindClan perish!"

But her Clanmates' filed back into their dens looking unconvinced. Mudsplash was left alone in the clearing, her eyes turned to the stars.