Infection

'I decided to write this story since the return of the Walking Dead and will contain scenes that may be disturbing to some readers. You have been warned =O'

Prologue
''Have you ever been sick? Have you ever escaped from the paws of cats that wanted to kill you because of something that wasn't your fault?''

My breath drew in short, quick breaths. My paws drummed the forest-floor, desperate to lose my pursuers. Blood seeped from my jaws, and my head pounded.

My pursuers were determined to capture and kill me; but what they didn't know was that if they laid a paw on me they would die--not right then and there, but they would die. They would die slowly and painfully. But I knew that.

''When you were sick and your medicine cat healed you, you never thought it'd turn into something worse. But of course, you'd done been dead.''

My thoughts raged in my mind. It raced from my wonderful mate, to my three kits back in the ShadowClan camp. I knew I should let myself drop into the ShadowClan warriors, to have them kill me; but I feared their deadly claws and sharp teeth, I was a coward.

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I snarled at the ravaging pain in my head, and crashed through the undergrowth. Couldn't the warriors understand I needed solitude? The deputy was yowling orders at the warriors, his dark brown tabby pelt camoflauged into the pines, so I would've been unaware of his location if I didn't have excellent senses.

2...

By now, the chase was beginning to wear off, and my legs had gone numb. My pace slowed, and I spat blood from my mouth. I quickly looked about, and darted up a birch tree. I collapsed in a forked branch, hoping the warriors would lose me.

But something inside me urged me to go down and surrender, and I gave in. On weak paws, I landed awkwardly on the ground.

"There she is!" A warrior called. His golden pelt bristled at the sight of me. Apparently I was hideous. He looked over his shoulder to see the others, and I stood rooted to the spot, trying to breathe.

I couldn't breathe. I choked on my own blood, and gave the golden warrior a deadly stare.

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Finally my paws couldn't hold me, and I collapsed onto the pine needles.

"Quick!" The golden warrior hissed. "She needs Featherwing!" He bounded into my direction.

I lay on the ground, body twitching. My sight disappeared, and I was thrust into darkness.

Infection complete

My eyes opened, but I wasn't me anymore. I longed for my claws and teeth to rip into the warriors' skin. I wanted fresh-kill. I wanted to kill.

With a furious growl, I lunged at the golden warrior. His expression changed to shock, but the last thing he would ever see was me.

Chapter 1
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