Erin Johnson Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Thompson's warriors trained hard and rough, barking orders, mocking those who stumbled, and treating bruises like trophies. "Pick it up!" A sharp voice cut through the air. It was Laron, one of Thompson's loyal dogs. He towered over a younger warrior named Jane, who was on her knees, breathless and struggling. "Useless," he spat. "Get up, or get out." My hands clenched at my sides. Jane looked like she wanted to cry but refused to let the tears fall. She pushed herself up with shaking arms. I stepped forward, unable to hold back any longer. "That’s enough."

Audrey stood watching them, patient. "Well?" She insisted when they would not reply. " Are you trying to evade that?" "No, absolutely not. Told you yesterday I was going to be a part of the warriors, right? Turns out I also told Carla here last night at dinner and she was right at the pack house this morning to see that I came out here with her. That's what I mean when I talk about friends!" Johnson said, truly elated. Audrey nodded. She was relieved at the explanation. She would absolutely hate to think that Johnson had spent the night anywhere with Carla. She knew she would freak out if it was so.

One Warrior, who was quiet during the discussion, spoke up, “Alpha, how do we know you won’t step in if the fighting is not going her way?” “I give you my word I will only step in if and only if the challenger changes to their wolf,” I declared. “Fair enough, I’ll fight her,” he walked over to the sparring circle, “Who is he?” Kate asked me in a whisper. “His name is Jake, he is the assistant trainer of the warriors,” I replied. “He is a good choice and a difficult opponent. I hope you weren’t kidding that you were holding back.” I was serious about my comment.

Scratches ran across its surface, deep and angry, like claws had tried to escape once before. A chill rippled through my fur. No. Not here. Not me. The warriors didn’t care about my struggle. They dragged me in, their arms heavy against my sides. Ellias followed, his eyes never leaving me. He carried a folded cloth maybe another shirt, maybe something to cover me with when I shifted back. His steps slowed at the doorway, but Alpha Johnson’s glare from afar froze him in place. The warriors threw me inside. The ground was cold stone. Dust flew into my nostrils. Cobwebs clung to the corners.

Amongst the confusion of the crowd, the werecats and warriors poised to attack, the murmurs and protests from the other Alphas; a booming voice silenced the crowd. “Your warriors will do no such thing.” The warriors parted again, and a man who might be a few years older than Alpha Raymond walked through them. He nodded to the werecats and then to Nova, who returned the gesture. Behind the warriors stood another few people. Bigger than Black River’s warriors, with weapons strapped to their backs, they stood as motionless as Ezra did. His brothers. That had to mean that… “Elder John,” the man came and introduced himself, reaching his hand out to Alpha Raymond, who, after a few long moments, sh

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

since you wanna play hard remember your men are under my control I can make them do this "he sad and snap his finger and all the wolf warriors behind him unleash their claws. "you wanna use out warriors against us " Cheyenne said glaring at him but he shook his head . " that won't be fun . now claw your hearts " he said and warriors obeyed .they stabbed their claws into their chest ,not with out wincing in pain and blood gushed out the sight was horrible and right now am starting to think it was a mistake taking the girl .

His black hair shifted gently beneath the breeze, while his cold silver eyes carried the same intimidating gaze I remembered. Back then, everyone feared him. They called him arrogant and cold. Some believed it was because Silver Moon owned the strongest academy among all the packs. Others simply said… Cassian had never smiled a day in his life. The warriors shoved me forward until I landed on my knees before him. "Future Alpha," the head warrior said with a respectful bow. "We caught this woman stealing the Moon Orchid." "I wasn't stealing it," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”