Crowfeather Warriors Novels & Stories

DPOV Songs: Watching Over by Greta Van Fleet, Heart and Soul by Joy Division With the successful return of Eddie's group, we were confident in trying something more lucrative. A group of men from our forces along with some of the troops from Galloway that had journeyed with Guardian Hathaway would travel back to their kingdom in order to get word to their lords and our allies in Northumbria.

My aunt barely fed me enough table scraps to survive. "Look Jane, the warriors are here!" Frey whispered excitedly. She was the only friend I had in this lonely world. Right on cue, the warriors marched into the arena in tight formation, their boots thudding rhythmically on the ground. "It's here!" The crowd erupted in raucous cheers as two warriors dragged a massive rogue onto the field. Chained up with silver cuffs, the brown rogue wolf snapped and snarled, clearly furious at being captured. "Oh my god... It's huge!"

Russetstar was shooting him a glare the whole time as Petalstar began speaking. "ThunderClan is thriving this greenleaf. Heatherpelt has given birth to a litter of two kits: Dovekit and Stormkit." She paused as the Clans cheered for the newborn kits. Any kit was a sign that life was good in the Clans, and Reedriver couldn't help but feel happy for ThunderClan, despite their rivalry. "We also have three new warriors, one of whom could not make it tonight: Shrewfang, Lilypool and Flamestrike." Again the Clans cheered, and Reedriver could see the two cats he'd spoken to earlier were bursting with pride. "That is all."

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Haunted. “I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering. Before Jo could speak, one the warriors opened the door to the carriage, bowing. “We’ve arrived, Alpha.” Jo stepped down. The Wind Warrior Pack territory looked like something out of an old legend, stone towers spiraled into the sky, a beautiful crest on top of the highest towers. A woman approached, wrapped in deep blue robes and bearing the crest of the Wind Library, a swirling spiral with a single feather in the center.

The man uttered a high-pitched scream. “That was just a taste.” Kane said, casually as if discussing the weather. He drew back again, watching the man’s face intently. Joffrey sat on a crate, observing the scene, seemingly disinterested. The whip cracked again, this time drawing blood. I noticed one of the men had a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I went closer to inspect it. I recognized it as the mark of the Bloodlust Warriors, a Canadian pack. I grabbed the man by the hair, growling, “You are from the Bloodlust Warriors. Why are you here?”

Chapter 51 Vivian’s POV The victory did not last long. Before our soldiers could even celebrate, a loud crash came from the thick bushes behind us. The ground shook. The trees snapped like small twigs. Out of the fog, three massive wolves came jumping onto our flat rock area. These were not regular fighters. They were Draven’s top elite warriors. They were very big, with thick dark fur and long teeth. They had climbed up the steep cliff using their great strength.

We all began laughing as he tried to prove his point only to be outshined by the Beta, who decided to flex his own. "You're such a show-off Sam." The Third in Command huffed, his ego now deflated. Sam chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not my problem that you've got arms like string cheese." Nobody could help the laughter that escaped our mouths as I smiled at Luara. "It's just muscle." I informed her, after finding my composure. The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Sam with Torey telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars.