Herb List Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

I would go as far as to say that he can be a really rational person. But I understand why he is angry; he has made it clear before he left that he just wants to live a quiet life with his family. He was never really interested in power despite being one of the strongest werewolves alive. I looked at my mother, and she handed me a list that had herbs on it. “What is this? These are all herbs,” I said to her, and she nodded. “Herbs are meant to help us. They help us maintain our health and even have a healing effect. But if mixed a certain way, they can become poison,” she explained, and I nodded.

They understood the stakes. "What about weapons?" Freya asked. "We're not just fighting werewolves. Our weapons won't be enough against some of his forces." "Silver for the Ferals," I instructed. "Mountain ash wood for the foxes. And blessed steel for the panthers." I nodded to the weapons master. "Distribute everything we have. Every warrior carries silver, ash, and steel." "And for Finn?" Tobias asked quietly. I met his gaze steadily. "Finn is mine."

He asked me. To me that was a silly question so I didn't reply. Then I remembered that my Beta Derrick knows a bit about the western warrior pack. I then asked him a few questions about the herb that I was going to western warrior pack for. "That herb is guided by jealousy by those packs. Sometimes I feel like they even worship it" he replied with mockery in his eyes. Then suddenly he looked at me sharply. "Don't tell me you are going to the western warrior pack for that herb" he almost shouted.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Valeria’s POV The world blurred back into focus around me. I was standing on solid rock, my swords in my hands, but the rest of the warriors had disappeared from my side, along with the trees of the forest. Despite finding myself in a completely different location, I could still hear the sounds of battle raging nearby. I turned towards the source of the sound, trying to determine what was happening. As I did, a fully-shifted werecat flew at me, seemingly out of nowhere. Quickly, I raised my swords and slashed at their chest. As soon as the blades made contact, the werecat vanished.

“What?” “The test came back positive for moongrass, yarrow, and mugwort,” the nurse said, holding the strip up for all to see. The original light blue color was now a deep purple. “All three are common herbs used in the creation of the strength tonic known as ‘Wolf’s Edge’. It’s a liquid known to give the drinker brief but unprecedented strength and speed.” Some scattered laughter rose around the room. As if this was a fucking joke. Jessica, now looking supremely proud of herself, announced loudly, “So it’s true, then. Liora is a cheater, just like we all thought.”

Every stroke of his hand against the parchment looked like a battle. I wanted to say something, to calm him, to pull him back to me but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could try again, his guard stepped in. “Your Highness, the pack healer is here.” “Let him in,” Rowan answered instantly, not even pausing his writing. The door opened, and the old healer entered with two young wolves beside him. They bowed. "Your Highness'.” I acknowledged them with a nod. The healer stepped closer, setting down his worn-out leather bag filled with dried herbs: mintgrass, moonleaf, ironroot, and nightshade blossoms, all mixed with crushed fennel. The scent filled the room, strong and oddly comforting.

she replied after giving it some thought. The young warrior beamed with happiness at the thought, and wasted no time in trailing after her as she led the way. An extra set of paws certainly was better than one. Besides, she could use the company. Searching for herbs had been nearly impossible because Icestar rarely let her leave the camp unless it was an emergency like this. She just hoped that her theory on the catmint was right. They were dangerously low on their supply of catmint and borage, and if she didn't find any soon, she knew the Clan would suffer because of it. ...

Shelves lined the walls, packed tight with vials, herb bundles, and handwritten labels that curled at the corners like they were tired of keeping secrets. I’d been here before. Once. But not like this. This time, I wasn’t looking for herbs. I was looking for proof. I moved shelf to shelf, fingers brushing glass and parchment. Bitterroot. Silverroot. Ghost thistle. Sleepberry. Burnt sage. Bone salt. Most were standard. Harmless, in the right hands. But some? Some were only used for wolves who needed to be silenced. I paused at a jar of Wormroot—crushed, sealed tight with a wax-stamped lid.