Cat Warriors Scourge Novels & Stories

Time felt as if it had slowed down when Spruceleaf watched the Tribe cats regroup. The battle had been quick and painful. She could still feel the sting of a Tribe cat's claws from where they tried pinning her down and delivering a final blow. It was only thanks to Strike that she had survived that attack. Seeing the tabby now, she noticed that he looked as if he'd suffered the most injuries. She glanced at Stormshadow and Flamestrike warily when she noticed they were all sitting together with Oakfire.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

I look at him with a raised eyebrow, to which he chuckles. “I would recommend looking into that little Swallow’s past; she did not fall victim to my Allure, and that in itself is something remarkable. That girl right there is not simply a Rogue with a slumbering wolf - she’s something none of us have ever seen before.” He says, then walks back towards the cabin. What the fuck was that about? “Let’s go home,” Kai says, wrapping his arm protectively around Caterina. “There’s a fuck load we need to discuss, and it will not simply take a day to review.”

He engaged the magnetic bipod, locking it onto the rusted railing of the fire escape, and peered through the high-powered thermal scope. The digital crosshairs zoomed in on the plaza. Behind the barricades of crushed cars and steel shipping containers, the Scourge horde waited. Through the game's 100% graphical filter, they looked like a terrifying swarm of alien monstrosities. Jagged, chitinous armor. Glowing, hostile red eyes. They were huddled together in the pouring rain, holding crude, glowing alien staves and makeshift energy shields. "What's wrong with their pathing?" Ren asked, keeping his crosshairs trained on the largest Scourge Brute in the center.

Another girl asked, her eyes connecting with Chloe's before looking at Katie expectantly. "He didn't lie." Kate replied roughly, her features darkening with annoyance. "But he worked for the Alpha---" A feral growl ripped through the frigid air. Katie was on the girl in a split second, towering over her as her rage tainted the air around them. Some of the other girls stopped in their tracks, shrinking back with eyes widened in fright. No one wanted to be caught up in Katie's angry aura or in the drama unfolding against the trunk of a dead tree.

“I always wondered about her step, her claws, her stealth. I sensed something… feline. But I never placed it—until it was too late. And now the Mountain Wolf Clan has taken another of her kind, after taking my mother. I must find out why. What their hidden agenda is.” He straightens, voice turning steel… “Because such darkness claws the mountains—jaguars, mountain lions, black panthers, and even hyenas, packs moving with cunning I never imagined, their eyes always searching, always waiting. Population I never knew existed…” That is why Caelora is the key. If she truly carries the bloodline of the Luna Cats, she’s our first step toward survival.” I hesitate, torn between awe and doubt. “She d

Yet, Kate knew that earning his approval was crucial if there was any hope for peace. The Umbra Pack's wounds ran deep. Her mother, a cherished member of their pack, had met a tragic end that left scars not easily healed. Her memory lingered like a haunting shadow, making them wary of any alliance, especially one involving the Shadow Moon Pack. Kate could still remember the somber expressions of the Umbra wolves, their eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and suspicion. It was up to her to show them that unity was possible, even in the face of such heartache.

Spotting the occasional deer. The guardians growl and stop. A roar comes from the front. I look and see a huge mountain cat. No, that isn’t a mountain cat at all, it’s a sabre-toothed tiger. What the hell. It stalks closer, it’s shoulders rolling with each step, the white striped fur moving tight over it’s body. It’s deadly claws scrapping on the path. Fangs long and sharp, it’s orange eyes locked on us. Rolling it’s shoulders like a kitten. It pounces with a roar.

The Shadowed tendrils crumbled into harmless nothingness. My breathing was ragged. A fleeting smile touched Cassius’s lips. "Good work." His words died in his throat. My eyes widened in horror at the new shape charging from the shadows behind him. It was different. It was silent. A Silent Scourge. It moved with a terrifying speed that was utterly soundless, a blur of skeletal limbs and impossibly long claws that didn't even scrape the stone. Its eyes were like burning embers, locked on Cassius.

''You witnessed the old lad sentenced to his early grave, Smith, don't you? ''Jack has his cunning ways, ma'am,'' said the second Lieutenant, Scott, ''I was a survivor of the team that drove the Black-Maria to execute Jack before the deadly Mafia attacked us and hijacked him from us.'' Scott fixed his gaze on Miriam's countenance and hoped he had crushed her claim. ''To be honest, though,'' Scott continued, ''i'm not quite aware of what became of Jack after the mafia attacked us in the Gobi desert. But my gut tells me that he was the mastermind behind the attack. The old bastard must have run loose afterwards.''