Infected Infantry (Collab fanfic between Slop and RM)

Infected Infantry is a collab fanfic between General Slopstorm of the MudWings and RainbowMist000000. It is about a MudWing General and a Medic in his army.
== Prologue: The Spores (RM) ==
Everything was dark, something felt odd on his back but he wasn't thinking about that. The squeaks around him had stopped and everything had gotten cold. He struggled to break out but since his BigWings wasn't there he had to do it himself. He didn't understand much, just that something was wrong, scratching again and ramming the shell he felt it weaken. Ramming it again he tumbled out and looked around, he didn't see anything but black and a large mound that had black coursing through it. Climbing up curiously he looked inside and almost fell off, there were 4 brown broken eggs that had black running through it and 4 little dragonets like him curled up in the nest with their bodies covered in black.
Mushspore let out a sad cry, "awrk? Awrk! Awrk!" He squeaked urgently shoving them but nothing happened. Mushspore turned around and saw something odd on his back, there were little yellow things where there should have been nothing, he was greenish brown while they were a rich brown and he was much smaller. Mushspore feeling something was wrong scampered off.
== Part One: The Army ==
=== Chapter 1: Recruitment (Slop) ===
"Ahem!" SlopStorm announced impatiently. He had a camp. He put up messages around the kingdom. But he didn't even have any soldiers!
You see, ~6-year-old Slop was a very impatient soul. He couldn't stand waiting too long for something. He just couldn't. He didn't want to. Another thing is that he might have been too young. But it was worth a shot. He let out an angry moan. "Hrrgh." He barked in his low voice. Meanwhile, he thought about how pesky and pointless IceWings were. He hated this feeling in his chest. Also, his venom scar was particularly stingy today.
Suddenly, a short but buffed MudWing walked up. "Hullo? Base camp?" He tried. FIIIIIIINALLLLLLLLLYYYY!, SlopStorm thought. "What's your name?" He replied. "Ummm....Toad? I forget." He responded quickly. "Well, you're accepted! Get to work!
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Suddenly there was a rustling in the reeds as Mushspore slunk through the mud following the smell of food. He hadn't eaten in 2 days and was famished and began crunching down apples not caring about the nosie he was so hungry. At that same moment Slop noticed a interesting looking MudWing creeping around in his field. "What are you doing here, kid? Get outta my property!" He shooed. He began training again. He growled. "Ergh."  
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . hello? Um . . . what would I have to do to be able to get free meals? I can sorta heal . . . " Mushspore said, starting to back away. The truth was he needed to be able to get a meal and he thought he might be able to get a job as a medic in the one or 2 army's he had spied on, unfortunately all the medics would either think he was the living plague and abandon camp, or order all the soldiers on him to try to kill him every time.
Mushspore tried to talk to them about healing so he knew almost nothing about healing. "What do you mean, you can heal?" SlopStorm barked. "What do you mean?" He slightly lifted the very light dragon. "You sure don't have much meat on ya." He frowned. "Um . . . I can heal wounds . . . If i can have 3 free meals a day i would heal your soldiers . . . That is, if you get any . . ." Mushspore trailed off, looking at Slopstorm's 'army' of one soldier. SlopStorm started again. "I will get some soldiers!" He said. "I just need some more. You're hired. For now."
"Alright! Prove it to me that you can heal good or whatever." SlopStorm guessed. Mushspore stumbled. SlopStorm pulled out his claw and stabbed his arm. "Oh no! I stabbed myself!" He acted. Mush raced to his shoulder and pulled out a bag he tucked in his wing, pulled out a wad of gauze, stuck it on his shoulder wound and took a vine on the ground and wrapped it around the gauze applying pressure.
"Impressive." SlopStorm said. SlopStorm barely ever says that about anyone! Mushspore thought. "You're pretty good. Just about good enough."
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