The Great Hunger [o]

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    OOC: Every 1 million moons, there is an event that all cats dread.


    It is The great Hunger.


    It is a Leaf-Bare where prey is very hard to find. Cats may only get a mouthful a prey a every few days, if any. Many cats die of starvation during this time. It would be a miracle for elders and kits to survive.


    IC: Foxfur looked around at her clan. Bones sticking out, stomachs growling constantly. 3 cats had starved to death in the last quarter moon. Foxfur has last eaten only a nibble of a vole in the last 2 days.

    Macepaw had been born and raised in a city with more cats than the dumpsters could feed. He knew what hunger was - real hunger, not the mild nuisance that spoiled apprentices whined about. The Thunderclanner had been in situations worse than this, but just barely. He walked through the forest, with barely enough strength to put one paw in front of the other, searching for even the slightest hint of prey-scent.