Ok I lied I won't wait for 8 reviews. Actually I am only uploading this chapter to prove they aren't vampires. They aren't by the way! The humans made her to be the best survivalist, not some vampire beasty. I am posting this chapter to show everything they did to her, because yes, there are some things you don't know yet.
The reason she goes crazy when hungry is to motivate her to hunt, she would be forced to hunt and in that crazed state hunting is her main priority.

"Dusty, why!" The cry escaped my lips.
"I didn't mean to! I swear, she just attacked me and I couldn't control myself!" He seemed genially worried for the cats well being.
I decided to take action. I noticed her chest rising and falling. "She is still alive!" Like all cats who fought for there clans they were healed by there medicine cats, I just happened to remember some healing tricks. "I need cobwebs." I ordered.
A confused Johnny brought me some. Quickly I placed them on here worst scratches. "I need more!" I hissed. "And marigold." Quickly I described the plant to Dusty who ran off to find it.
As Johnny brought me more cobwebs I was forced to take short breaths away from my patient. I may of been full but it was fresh blood and I was afraid the fog would set it. The fog, even if I could save this poor cat she would be infected by Dusty! Refusing to think about that I continued to do my best to heal her.
I had rearranged her body so her upper half was elevated and put moss around her. The cobwebs on the worst of her wounds needed changing again. As I took off the blood soaked cobwebs Dusty came back.
"This it?" He asked.
I nodded yes and began to chew it. Having that taste in my mouth helped me to concentrate too. I spat out the pulp and put it on her wounds. That should keep other infections out. I replaced the cobwebs and sighed. I couldn't do anything else for her now, I was no true medicine cat.
Johnny came up. "Even if you save her, Dusty's venom has already entered her system." He whispered.
Dusty seemed to have been thinking about it too. "I don't think I have venom." He meowed suddenly. "I remember attacking back. I only had a strong urge to fight, and even when I was hunting my fangs might of popped out but I don't think there was anything else."
I looked at him surprised. "Do you think it is possible that the twolegs gave me the wrong venom? Johnny said I was meant to be a survivalist experiment. I don't see how infecting others helps me to survive." I meowed.
Dusty nodded. "I know the twolegs the best. They would of wanted to give you paralyzingly venom, or venom to make your enemy wither in pain."
Johnny decided to add his bit. "The bite only hurt, not the venom. We could test this on a mouse." He meowed.
"No!" I hissed. "If we test it on a mouse how are we better then twolegs? Can I even infect mice?"
"Only one way to see!" Dusty decided and went off. "I have to hunt anyway!" He called over his shoulder.
I shuddered at the thought of some poor mouse trapped by Dusty. Well I couldn't move anyway, I had to take care of this poor cat.
"Relax. Dusty wont play with his food." Johnny meowed, though he sounded unconvinced.

So we waited there until night fall, while I continued to keep an eye on the cat our friend had injured. Johnny finally went off to hunt for us both, and Dusty hadn't returned. After Johnny returned and I finished my mouse did the cat begin to stir. The sun was setting around this time.
"Johnny, can you go get her a mouse?" I asked.
He nodded and went off. I studied my patient.
"I'm not dead?" She croaked. The poor cat sounded like she needed water.
"No, and you should live." I meowed. "You made the wrong move attacking my friend. None of us can control ourselves in battle." I meowed.
"What you talking about?" She sounded cross. "That brown tom stole my mouse! He was gonna pay for it!"
I shook my head. "We really can't control ourselves in battle. Haven't you seen the lab nearby? It isn't even a days walk away."
I smelled fear on her then. "That place is bad! Don't take me back!" She pleaded. "They made me fight and kill! I didn't aim to kill your friend!" I could hear panic in her voice. That was bad for recovery.
"Shh Shh, we won't take you there. We three escaped ourselves not to long ago." I reassured her. "So you must know why we can't control ourselves then? You know of there horrible experiments?"
"Yeah. I know all too well. They experimented on my sister until she lost her mind. Not afore they made her hunger so bad she resorted to chewing the flesh off her own tail though." The she-cat meowed.
I flinched at the image. "That sounds horrible." I whispered. "My friend was born there and they, they made us fight. We have bad control of ourselves when we are hurt." I meowed, not completly telling the truth. "When the threat is knocked out or dead though, we return to normal."
"I knew cats like that, but as they grew older they learned to control it. Then the twolegs killed them because they were boring." She meowed.
This captured my interest. "Learned to control it? Interesting." I murmured.
My patient yawned and I felt guilty she probably shouldn't have been talking. "My name is Dark River, Dark for short."
"Call me Redheart, full name please." I meowed.
"Night Redheart. Don't wake me up just for food until morning comes." She ordered.
I nodded and thought about sleeping myself. As Johnny came back I drifted off to sleep next to Dark so I could keep her warm.

When I woke up it was dawn and the fog tugged at my mind. Bad, very bad. I kicked Johnny and Dusty, the fog already made me forget that I should keep an eye on Dark. "Fog!" I hissed, which got both up quickly. "We need to hunt." I growled.
The three of us set off at a run. I sniffed the air, trying to keep the fog at bay. Maybe Dark was right, maybe I could learn to control it. Or maybe she was wrong and you couldn't control the fog that came with hunger. I refused to take chances.
I smelled mouse and got into my hunting stance and stalked it, I had already lost the boys. I pounced when close enough and killed it with a blow to the neck. I quickly devoured it in a few hurried bites. Due to the need for speed I was unable to enjoy it, but that didn't sadden me. As long as there was no fog I was happy.
With the fog gone and no longer trying to enter my mind I was able to remember the important things. Like how I left a wounded cat unfed and not defended in the forest all alone. Crap. I ran back, following my scent trail instead of memory because I didn't exactly remember how I got to the area where I killed the mouse. When I got there she was fine and grooming herself.
"I got hungry and there was a mouse nearby so I ate it." Dark meowed.
"Ok, before you ate it uh, did you feel fog in your head? Well, did you feel insane and unable to control yourself?" I asked.
She stopped grooming herself. "Why ask such strange questions, friend?"
I sighed. "Because you might of contracted a rare infection, passed through the fangs of my friend." That was somewhat the truth.
"No." She meowed. "I felt nothing, just the usual hunger pains of a cat who has no idea how to hunt." She stretched then winced in pain from her wounds.
"Careful!" I meowed. "Those wounds could easily open up again, stop moving so much and lay down." I ordered.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes mum." She meowed and sat down.
I sat near her thinking hard. Dusty was right, how come he was so certain? Did it come with knowing twolegs and there experiments well? I didn't like this and I would have to question him when he returned.
As if reading my mind Dusty appeared warily through the trees. "Close. I think the fog might of gotten to Johnny." He meowed, then stopped. He saw Dark had awakened. "She seems alright." He meowed.
"Luckily, she is fine." I meowed.
"Yes I am fine." Dark meowed stiffly. "Greeting, does your friend Johnny also suffer from your infection?" She inquired.
Dusty shoot me a look then turned his attention back to her. "I didn't start the infection." He said in a matter-of-factly voice. "Redheart did, and you just proved it can't be spread by any other."
Dark frowned. "So you also attacked her, because she said you have trouble controlling yourselves in battle."
Dusty grinned bitterly. "More like she was forced to attack me, blasted twolegs."
Dark nodded. "That also makes sense."
"Hey Dusty," I meowed, "We need to talk." I flicked my tail for him to follow me. "Don't move Dark, I will be nearby." I promised.
Once I sat down Dusty looked at me curiously. "What couldn't you say in front of her, Redheart?" He asked.
"How did you know you didn't infect her?" I asked.
"How did you know how to use the venom to infect Johnny?" He shoot back. "Sometimes a cat just knows his body. It could be possible that the twolegs were still perfecting every thing. I assume infecting me was an accident you couldn't avoid due to not being in control of your mind."
I sighed. "Ok, can you go back and guard Dark?" I asked. "I want to look for Johnny."
Dusty nodded yes and I headed off. I hope Johnny was ok and not fighting for his sanity. I set off at a brisk trot and found his trail. I followed the scent, and began to worry when I smelled dog.
I energed from to bushes and saw a dog standing over Johnny, my friend. The new territorial emotions came up and I growled. My friend! That mangy mutt had no right to try and harm my friend! Suddenly out of no where the scent of Brambleberry hit my nose.
Settle down there young one, and stay calm! You can parsle with smart dogs like this one. I heard the voice in my head. His scent seemed to clear my mind also.
The dog had caught my scent because I was upwind. "Please come peacefully." He barked.
I stood there stupefied. It spoke cat?! I recovered my wits quickly. "I am sorry, but I can not come and I hope you haven't hurt my friend." I meowed.
The dog shook his head. "The humans prepared me well, they gave me drugged blood in case of you losing your minds. They also experimented with venom on me. Since they haven't perfected it though, I can only knock you out if you refuse to come peacefully." He said calmly.
"Why tell me this? And why can you knock out only me?" I asked.
"Don't you know that we animals with venom have venom that must be put in manually? You only have three or four uses left yourself, depending if you have bit the other cat." He explained.
My heart pumped with joy, but it was short lived, this dog wanted to take me back to the lab! I tried to stall the dog with talk. "You seem nice, and smart. Do you really want to work for the uh, humans?" I asked, I prefered using the word twoleg but I had a slim chance.
"Of course not." He said sadly. "I would much rather let you go, but they shock me everyday I fail to retrieve you."
I winced with sympathy. "How do they shock you big guy?" I asked.
"See the collar? They use this to shock me. I can't get it off though!"
I frowned and thought of a plain. "If I get that thing off of you will you not take me back there? Or my friends? Because then you can go free too." I meowed.
The dog brightened, then became sad at the proposal. "How could a tiny cat do that?" He asked.
"Very carefully, come with me and bring my friend." I meowed.
We set off back to the area where there other two relaxed. I would have to explain my plan quickly before Dusty did something rash like attack the dog. When we got there I saw Dusty standing in front of Dark with his fur bristling.
"Relax Dusty, this dog is our friend." I reassured him. "Ok actually, the twolegs sent him, but if we get his shock collar off we can all go free!" I meowed.
"Why do you trust this dog?" Dusty spat.
"Because the twolegs will just put a new collar on him if he brings us in." I meowed with a reasonable voice. "Since you know twolegs so well I was hoping you could get his collar off."
Dusty relaxed somewhat. "I may be able to help." He admitted and approached the dog. After shortly ex aiming the collar Dusty sighed. "It will be tough, but I think I can get it off."
I grinned. "Then get to work!"
Dusty frowned. "Like how you couldn't heal Dark without herbs, I can't help our friend here without certain things." He meowed. "A cat once told me how to get collars off if you couldn't simply pull them over the head. Which you can't do with this one. He said to use something called dock leaf?"
"I know about that." I meowed. "Be right back." After a short look I found the plant he wanted.
"Thanks." Dusty meowed and set to work. He picked up some twigs, then chewed the dock leaf into a fine pulp. He rubbed it onto a certain area of the collar then stuck the twig in it with his mouth. "Don't move." He warned the dog.
Dusty moved the twig and often growled in frustration. "If only that cat told me how to move the twig!" After many broken twigs he grabbed a small stick and started to jam it into the collar. We heard a small click and the collar fell off. "That worked?" He said surprised.
I shook my head. "Obviously."
The dog wagged his tail and put a paw to his own neck. "Freedom!" He woffed happily. "Thank you thank you! Is there anything else I can do for you?" He inquired.
I thought for only a few seconds. "Yes, one more thing. What do you know about my condition?"

As Johnny woke up the dog told me all about what I could do. The humans didn't want him to fail so he was well informed. Johnny had been fed blood, even if it was drugged, so he was fine. At the end of informing us the dog offered to help us get to the clan, which I gladly accepted.
It turns out since I infected Johnny and Dusty my non-regen venom could only be used three more times. The twolegs had been obsessed with making the perfect survivors and decided I could be the experiment. We didn't have more strength either, hungry cats in our condition were just programmed to be murderus when we hunted. Since the twolegs hadn't perfected me or my venom Johnny and Dusty couldn't infect others.
The twolegs had planned to make me stronger, but I escaped before they could. There was also a cure for Johnny and Dusty, but not for me. I alone was the only one who had to permanently bear this. The dog, who was named Griz, also informed me that I could learn to control myself. This was joyous news, and I didn't care if I couldn't be cured, my friends could! The dog actually new the cure and was to cure Johnny if Johnny had been infected.
Griz himself was a hybrid dog-wolf with advanced brain functions so he could learn to understand twolegs better and learn what he hunted could do. That was how he learned cat, though he had to teach himself that. It was also how he had such great control in situations like the one he was in earlier when we first met.
Overall that day had been an exciting day, and we gained a new ally with valuable information. The only difference between me and other cats was that my fangs could extend and I needed blood or else I would go insane. Perhaps I could live in a clan, but first I would need to learn control.