The {Attack} (Rabid Wolves, Unite!!)

[Sivoncé™]

^{Mist paced outside of her den, denying herself the sleep her body desperately longed for. It won't do any good, anyway. I'll wake up more exhausted than I was before, and nothing will get done... She sighed heavily, trying to order her thoughts. I'll call a meeting, she decided. Take care of ceremonies, announcements, burial arrangements, and a new plan. We need to start taking action. We won't get any closer to finding the cure if we just sit here waiting for Redfang and the others to send us one...
A blood-curdling snarl stopped her dead in her tracks.
Whirling around, the silvery white alphess let out a gasp of shock. "NO! Not you too....dear GOLDEN WOLF NO!" She howled, shreik echoing off of the stones.
The brute took one perilous step towards her, dark eyes flashing with pain and exploding anger. A scarred and bloodied tongue swiped over the wolf's foaming jaws, saliva spewing out onto the rockface. The white foam poured from him like a waterfall;; there was no stopping, no controlling the monster that had been imprinted inside of him.
Mist tried to call out again, tears welling in her eyes as he pressed closer to her still. She drew back on instinct, realizing all too late that she would be trapped in her den to become victim to whatever had manipulated her packmate's spirit. No words passed from her lips. All she could do was tremble and seal shut her eyes to embrace the pain.
A splitting spasm like none other seered through her neck as shining scarlet fanged plunged into her jugular. "AHH...ahh...no....tell me it isn't you....dear...golden...wolf..." she breathed. The light around her began to dim, but she struggled to keep her sight locked on her attacker. She didn't raise a single claw in defense. How could she?
His slavering mouth opened in a hideous snarl, the sickness thick and heavy in his strangled breath. He raised a ripped paw to strike her down, but as his paw fell, a shadow fell across the opening to the den. A cry was heard as she backed away from the scene of death. "F-Father?! How could you?! You told me you would fight this!" She wailed. "How could you betray us like this?! I--no. You aren't my father anymore. He died a long time ago....he died when this poison first swam through his veins. And it's I who has to kill you..." she choked out, almost unbelieving of her own revelations. "Goodbye, father...." she breathed. She got a running start, and from there leaped onto her foe's back. Silently, she snapped down on the back of his neck. With an audible crack, she severed his spinal cord, and backed off to watch him wither away, crystal tears streaming from her eyes.
"Mist?" she whispered eventually, trembling as his body stilled.
Mist woke from her trance, having lost a life, and rose to face Laika.
"I couldn't do it, Laika. I couldn't kill my own brother...."}

[Sheera]

"I couldn't do it, Laika. I couldn't kill my own brother...."

The words were nothing to the insane wolf that now awoke from the ranks of the pack. Her heart and head had fought against the sickness for too long. Her heart was dieing and her head had been completely taken over, she was in no control of this.
She entered the camp, as she had left to avoid hurting her pack, and found her way to the den. Her dark brown eyes looked as if a black liquid had leaked into their place, and instead of the warm brown eyes there stood cold, beady black eyes.
"Time to die my sweets!" the large former Blood Mist wolf snarled, entering the den.
"Weakness!" Delilah spat. "Couldn't put as much as a fight up to your murderer!"
This wolf was once a sane, loyal wolf of the White Mist pack, now called the Sheeran pack. She had left Blood Mist, with the realization that what they did was wrong. Now, as the sickness raged through the packs, it hit her hard taking over her mind, and changing the large, massive wolf into a killer. This would be her last contact with lives wolves, for this was the final step. She had started with a small cough, then moved on to inner bleeding. The side-effect of insanity had taken over her brain, as she had tried to run far away fromt he packs when her brain was sane. It was too late and try to save her pack from herself. The final scene was about to take place as she loomed over the two wolves.
She slashed her clawless paws out at Laika and beared her removed fangs.
Days before, in a painful matter as the sickness began to take over, she understood she would die. She had seen others die, some murdering. She didn't want to be one like them. She had run away, but before she had done a painful task as a precaution: She had ripped out her fangs and claws. She had ripped out all five claws, and the four longest, sharpest fangs.
Now as she loomed over the two wolves, she had neither her claws nor fighting fangs.
For mere seconds a flash of sadness and regret flickered across her face, as she tried to fight into sanity, but it was quickly smothered with the insanity of the sickness.
"Prepare to D--" her eyes flickered again with sadness as she mouthed the words, "I'm sorry." As before, the mere seconds of sanity was smothered with insanity as she slashed her paw out again.

[nighty!]

{{Nows lets the pups get rabies! lol}}Lilly Pad was drooling with white rabid each step that her little paws make. Each step comes with rage, walking toward her... mother? "Mom," She growled at her fercely. "Are you sure that father died cause of the sickness? Are you sure? Want to know what I think? I think it's all your fault mother!" She snarled at her.

The mother named Flower was surprised by the way that he daughter was acting. "It wasn't my fault, it wasn't anyone's fault that your father died Lilly Pad now shake it off!" Flower barked at Lilly.

Fang, the lazy bum just woke up from Flower's bark. "Lilly? What the heck was that?"

Lilly Pad shook off the rabies off of her, spitting it off. "Oh hi mother!" She said happly.