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- Many moons ago, there was a Clan named CarnationClan. This clan lived in peace amongst the nature and the rest of the world. Situated alone in a large forest, deep in the valley of a mountain they are far away from civilization and any opposing Clans. The Clan grew, moon after moon, without fear of starvation, dehydration, two legs, or infection. They moved from season to season without a hitch. Nothing other than the usual in-Clan drama ever happened to these cats. Until one day it all changed. Their medicine cat, Fireowl, had been acting completely fine one day. Then strange the next. And it continued this shift for many weeks, until one day a young apprentice went to go find him for help with a paw injury and Fireowl was found dead on the floor of the medicine den. The apprentice, scared to death, ran away from the Clan. Not because the scene was gruesome, honestly- it was far from. The fear that struck so deep into Moltenpaw had been how eerily stable the place looked. It was clean, no signs of struggle. He looked like he had died of a disease, and that's what scared the apprentice. The unknown of the disease, where it came from, where it could go. Since then Moltenpaw hasn't been seen. This was over 6 moons ago. Few cats have passed away recently, but all of them in the same way as Fireowl. Not a hint of struggle. The personality shifts became less and less common amongst those who died, but the death all seemed to be the same, and it was nothing that any medicine cat had ever seen before. Now- the struggle to find a cure for this rampant disease is high, as no one knows who is infected. Apprentices are forced to have basic herb knowledge, about what can help in common cases x, y, and z. Everyone is worried, everyone is scared. Could you be the next to carry the infection?
