Golden Flower Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

I tried to wake him up but he seemed like a goner already , all I felt that I wanted him to get up again , I saw warriors who were fighting him astonished but started to head toward us carrying their heavy weapons , now rushing with swords headed towards us I crawled and got the sword laying there on the last second I repelled the first sword attack but it was yet so strong that it knocked me off the ground , I just wanted to protect him so bad , that i stood up again . I felt something inside of me growling more like a shiver that travelled my whole body , I will protect him this time i know i can . All stopped and looked at me with wonder , they are seeing something making them staring . “

"I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis." Cathal declared and held his sword in front of him ready to fight anybody who wished to attack him. Following his words, the four knights behind him too held their swords, their eyes sharp and on high alert. They gazed around the hall, counting the number of people who seemed to be ready to attack them.

I hadn’t had any dealings with Lord Lightfoot, but my first impressions were not warm. I glare at him, my cat growling and hissing. Itching to rip his throat out. “The Princess isn’t going anywhere with you.” I spit back, wondering where the fuck Crimson was. We could really do with his presence right about now. *Commander, we have a large number of very large werecats that just crossed our borders.* A lead warrior on the Gamma team mentally connects to me. *They are not Cambiadorian and they are wearing… loin cloths.* He supplies with utter confusion in his voice.

The warriors stared. The sun was just starting to set and the light caught the fur of our wolves. Being precious metal wolves, our fur is different than normal wolves. It’s soft, like cotton, but looks like it’s a running river of the metal whenever we move or the wind catches it. Combine that with the lighting of a sunset and we looked like our wolves were on fire; mine golden and his orangey bronze. One by one each of the warriors showed their neck to us in submission. I bowed my head acknowledging the gesture. Scout stood proud behind us.

The beautiful golden-haired man offered none, sitting in his throne and progressing slowly but steadily through his book. What I needed was something to carry the treasure in, I decided, and retrieved the bucket I had used to clean the ashes, and the bowl I had washed the dishes in. I sat near to where the golden-haired man lounged on the throne, thinking that it best to work within his eyesight so as not to be accused of stealing, and began to sort the treasure into the different containers. When the containers were full, I carried them laboriously into the caves hidden in the walls and emptied them within. They were very heavy, the gold one more so than the other, but both were considerabl

I look around as I struggle with this dirty brown wolf, before I snap its neck. I spot Ember, my god she is stunning as she fights back to back with what I assume is her mother. The Gold wolf is even bigger than Saints and has what I can only describe as a golden aura shaped like battle gear surrounding her. Ember is smaller but fast, she fights as good as her mother, they look stunning.

They know their mission: to rescue their prince and dismantle the Krypts’ reign of terror. Amidst the chaos, I catch sight of Princess Golder, her golden hair flowing like fire as she engages in a ferocious battle. She fights with the grace and skill of a true warrior, her eyes locked on the Alpha. With each strike, she inches closer to her ultimate target, a promise of retribution gleaming in her eyes.

“I once predicted that Elara’s pup would be a defective spawn. Today, I’ll prove my prophecy right.” Damian lifted the cage lid. Inside was my black werewolf pup, already showing signs of awakening. “Damian!” I shouted, swooping down from the rooftop. “Perfect timing! Watch closely!” he laughed, then lifted his own golden pup. The golden pup was restless and eager to move. “Today, you shall witness the truth! I am a Golden Lycan, and my word is law!” The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.