Artificial Super Sickness [A.S.S]

I stayed up until dawn. My eyes were getting droopy, and I couldn't stay sitting anymore, but I stayed strong for Jet's sake. I layed down next to him, listening to his slow breathing. It was quite relaxing until a few cats woke up for a morning patrol. Molotov awoke as well, and he also joined the patrol.

I glanced at Molotov. The morning sun made his blonde hair and his white skin glow. He looked like an angel sent from the heavens. I was able to stay awake by keeping my mind occupied by looking at the god-like image of Molotov in my head. I looked at Jet and I heard him mumbling, "Ahn... get on with it... I ain't afraid of youu..."

I was glad that he was still alive, but something smelled wrong. I sniffed him, and he smelled like he was really sick. I touched his forehead and it was burning hot. He has a fever. I shouted, "Klaus! Jet has a fever!" This alarmed a lot of cats, and they went to sniff Jet. Klaus came over and asked, "Are you sure he has a fever?" "Positive."

The other cats that came over meowed in agreement. They backed away from him, and Blossom asked, "Will he be okay?" I flattened my ears. I've heard cats having a fever must go to a vet, or they will die. I said, "He'll be okay. We just need to take him somewhere." That's when a cat crouched down with saliva flowing out of his mouth. He threw up, and then he passed out.

Other cats ran and screeched in pure horror. The cat was dead, which ment that this sickness was deadly and highly contagious. Klaus said, "We need to bring a doctor here. It's to dangerous for us to stay in the alleyway with Jet." I nodded, and all of the cats made it to the roof. Luckily, the kittens didn't get sick, but some of the adults that started feeling sick jumped back down, and met their fate.

Soon, Molotov returned and stared in his alley in horror.

Cats were dead with their mouths foaming in beds of puke. Most of his group was safe, but it smelled like a hospital that hasn't been cleaned for days. Molotov and the morning patrol hopped onto the roof, and he asked us all, "What's happening!?"

Klaus explained what was happening, and Molotov said, "Now I see what's going on. This disease is called A.S.S." Some of the cats laughed at the abbreviation, while others tried to figure out what it ment. Molotov said, "The real name is "Artificial Super Sickness". The people that took Jet probably wanted to give him a worse death than being eaten alive."

I flattened my ears and shouted, "There has to be a way to help!" Klaus said, "We can take him to a vet! Or-" Molotov stopped him and said, "...Let him die." My heart started throbbing with pain, and my muscles tensed in anger. I extended my nails into claws and I growled at him. He glanced at me with a sorrowful look. I said, "There is a way and I'm going to find out what it is."

Molotov tried to say something, but I was already walking away. "There has to be something." I murmured to myself. I had no choice. I had to ask Jack for help.