Idea drafts

putting this here bc im tired of google docs after literally fucking venting on a google doc and crying myself to sleep

P L A G U E :

" Reality hasn't been so pleasant, lately. Cats from all clans are falling ill with an unrecognizable sickness. Many have already met their end, but some stay alive, on the edge, praying to StarClan. StarClan has not answered. Until now.

On the midnight of a full moon, medicine cats across the forest received the same prophecy.

The answers lie in the driest field, the scorching rumbling path, and the valley of humid and sunny.

And that was all.

Although prophecy-interpreters at heart, every healer was puzzled at the message, but for just a moment. Luckily, there was a Gathering the next day. None of the medicine cats spoke a word of it, all because they knew now. The goal was to survive.

''Find the herbs. Feed the cats. Save your clan.'' "
 * the herbs are, in order: wormwood, black walnut, and clove

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 * Who will find it first?