| abstract | - It was something the clans had never seen before; ragging from the youngest kit to the oldest elder. It was a monster in all forms, eating at the flesh of living cats, as it tried to reach every corner of the darkened forest. Cats died, in large amounts as it was a disease that the medicine cats had never seen or heard of before. It was a much more severe version of whitecough and spread just with contact. Worse yet, you never knew the cat had the disease until it was too late to fix, and they had already spread it onto several other cats. Suddenly, mates rubbing against each other, one cat catching prey for another, and the small little patrol skirmishes became a problem for the clans. Every time a sick cat rubbed against another, the disease spread within moments, and neither of the cats could know for a long time. And the clans became desperate with these raging wars, which led to many battles, the primary reason these diseases spread. Medicine cats started dying at a rapid pace, as they made contact with the disease when they tried to heal the injured. The clans started restricting them from touching the sick cats; realizing that they needed their healers to survive the tough times. It was so horrible they gave the disease a name: Darkcough. A monster of all forms. I was desperate for the clans to survive. I took long journeys across the sky to find something, anything to save the desperate clans. I climbed over the mountains and swam through the seas with no luck. But I refuse to give up; I will follow my search wherever it takes me, so that the clans may find their sweet peace yet again. Suddenly, my eyes are caught by something. I turn to see a beautiful and radiant bushed of a very special plant. I had never seen it before but just by looking I realized that this was exactly what the clans needed. A fraction of a millimeter from its juicy roots would be more than enough to heal a cat. It would be the solution to the disease, and it would be enough for all of the clans to share and use. But it was far away and it would require a journey; one that would need to be made by a strong group of destined warriors; at least one from each clan. It sounded like a good prophecy to me, so I decided to stick with it, and send it out to the other Starclan cats, watching over the distressed clans. It was only a matter of time. They would have to succeed.
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