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-- The Storyline --

It was a peaceful day in the Clans. ThunderClan was doing fine with their new leader, ShadowClan had new members of the Clan, RiverClan's fish came in with more fish than they may ever need, WindClan running through the sunny days, and SkyClan enjoying their new home. But then, a ShadowClan cat is found eating a WindClan cat alive near Firefly Cove. The WindClan cat returned to camp angry and hungry. He ate another Clanmate before he was finally killed. But soon, the disease spread quickly. Soon, there were only a few cats in the clans that were not zombies. The camps were not safe anymore and it was always a consent threat of being attacked. You never know who will be your next victim and if you will be that victim. Even worse, the virus spread to the rouges, loners, kittypets, and even the Twolegs. It was every cat for themselves. Some cats have made groups. Others have found it easier to be alone. Day by day, the zombie population increases. The Moonpool is dried up and there hasn't been any rain in years. StarClan seems to have... left. The warrior ancestors disappeared when the virus started. Can you survive The Great Zombie Curse? Or will it end up deadly for you?

~~ Leopardfang - She/Her - Former Warrior of RiverClan ~~

This takes place at the last post in this thread.

{ @Bean_The_Cat }

Leopardfang screamed as a cat jumped out of the shadows. She started to run before realizing that it was Sharpfang. He was killing a tom that had just turned into a zombie. Then a she-kit walked out from behind him, saying her name is Dawnkit of ThunderClan. The former RiverClan warrior stood next to her mate, leaning down to examine the kit. "Where's your mother?" She asked, flinching at another stab of pain in her belly. Her kits were kicking really hard. Or, so she thought...