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And that's how it started. It spreaded throughout the clans quickly, and it became known: destroy the brain. If you get bit, you'll turn.

We call these cats The Infected Ones.

I awoke to a paw prodding me sharply in my side. I yipped and sat up. "Get up! Pebblestar wants you for the Dawn Patrol." Reedwing meowed.

Uuugh! I just wanna sleep...

I reculantly got up, shaking out my fur and repeatedly blinking. It was a warm day today. I padded towards the entrance to the den, sniffing carefully for The Infected Ones.

We're all good. I padded to the clearing, Pebblestar staring sharply at me. I apologized and padded to the other cats in the patrol, greeting them with a flick of my tail as we padded into the forest.

I sniffed the air. Rabbit! I quickly pounced, seeing it just in front of me, underneath a bush. I leapt forward and cracked its spine, but I cursed when it moaned and attempted to bite me. Infected prey! I hissed and held it down, bashing its head in with my paws.

The patrol came back empty-pawed.