Apprentices Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

In any case, he couldn't hunt them because they were five and a half feet tall- only skilled warriors like Randal could take one down. He noticed that he had already eaten three apples, and decided he was full. Just as he was about to leave, three tall strong men entered the kitchen. They were all dressed in fur capes, with bows and armor hanging from their shoulders, and their boots made loud noises when they entered. One of them barked something to the head cook who nodded and walked away. "The Xiath is asking us to separate some meat for a group he is going to take into the forest, he likes to make them train there," Cealy said as she was getting up.

The town of Limerick was small and I ported us right to the front gate leading to the Elder hall. The two warriors standing guard gaped open mouthed at us as we suddenly just appeared in front of them. “Alpha Damon Woods, Enforcer pack,” Damon announced himself, “Enforcer Griffin Woods and Enforcer Jett McDaniels.” “Who is your feline companion?” the second warrior asked as he eyed Kane. “This is my pet jag, he chews the couch whenever I leave him home alone,” I said and Kane glared at me.

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

“Very few injuries on our side, nothing serious. We’re working on patching over the other chapters. Two left.” “Patching over?” Laura murmured, “What’s that mean?” I pushed off the counter and moved to stand behind her, my hands resting on her shoulders. She leaned back into me instinctively, and I felt that ache in my chest again. “Means we’re absorbing them,” I explained, my voice low. “Their chapters, their members, their territory. They either join the Warriors or they’re out of the game entirely.” She tilted her head, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. I always felt like they could see straight through me. “And if they don’t want to join?”

I earned this glory through my own hands and my own skills. Lycan takes my hand and leads me to the thrones. Two chairs sit side-by-side—the Alpha King’s and the Queen’s. We sit, facing the assembly. The presiding Elder announces: "I officially pronounce Halen Rhodes as the Queen of the Werewolf Kingdom! Long live Queen Halen!" "Long live Queen Halen!" The roar of the crowd is deafening. I look out at the sea of faces, at the people who truly respect me, and a wave of emotion hits me. I did it. I went from the bullied daughter of a **Delta** to the Queen of a nation. I went from a broken, betrayed girl to a legendary healer.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

I had rescued them, nurtured them back to health, and saved their lives. They stored energy ceaselessly, slept endlessly, and evolved further in the harsh environment, producing an even stronger offspring. They restrained their abilities so well that everyone assumed they were ordinary house cats. Until… the apocalypse returned. Their powers reactivated. The familiar game had begun. No sooner had I absorbed the story than a commotion erupted outside. "Where are the cats? Hand over the cats!" The landlord and several residents stood outside, three enormous crocodiles slithering at their feet.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

she yells and comes toward me, all ready, her tail was hidden under her skirt, and her earls were hidden with a hair band, making her ears look like they were fake and slipped on. "Say bye-bye," I tell her ready to leave the house with her, a car was waiting for us, one of the pack mates is taking us to the school along with the rest of the pack members who were ready for school, it's only four in total, and kitten is only coming for the day. "Ready?" I ask her, holding her hand walking toward the school, toward our first class of the day.

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.