An After Effect or a Harbinger?

When Gossamer first heard of the blight she knew it was going to be a problem. Blight was devastating to many plants, causing various fungal infections that would deplete the food for prey and thus the prey number for predators. What she'd later been informed was this blight was not a fungal plant disease but something that was now spreading in the animal population. Mammals, so far as far as she knew and it made her shudder. She'd just gotten over a terrible illness and now the threat of another was lingering over her. On top of that how could she forget the Long Night? The ooze she'd suffered from, the crystals some others bore and of course… the fungal disease that still others had been infected with. She remembered the mushrooms growing out of ears and eyes, snaking down spines. Could this be a cousin? Was another Long Night around the corner?

Gossamer moved back to the assortment of plants at her paws. Though still primarily a fighter she offered to assist the healers where she could. She had yet to fully decide where in the Armada she could best serve. Gossamer selected a few varieties resistant to powdery mildew and set them in a bowl to boil next to her fire.