Herb List Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

“The tears of a white horse that just consummated his love.” That nonsense came out of her mouth so confidently that I almost tripped. What kind of stupid plan was that? You wanted to stop a thousand year old harbinger with that? A horse's tears, not only that. The tears of one that just had sex. Bullshit. Thankfully, even Lana was staring at Jade with a set confused eyes. “Are you serious for real?” “Yes.” Jade nodded. “Feral herb is a herb that has a very explosive nature to ruin the effects, you just need something that can take its effects. Horse's tears can do that.”

Her people. She couldn't let it happen. As quietly as a ghost, she spun around, catching the stone wall beside the door for support. Her eyes filled with tears as she staggered back to her chambers. In her bedroom, Reika's thoughts began to race. The warriors were preparing for a full attack. She had to act before they set out. Her hands still shook, but her head was clear. She searched the inner compartment of her traveling pack and pulled out a small pouch of dried herbs. The aroma was familiar—sweet but with a hint of bitterness. A sleeping herb that forest healers used to sedate wounded wolves.

At the end, she had to explain the look, type, smell, height, and other details related to the herbs, which really helped in my understanding in detail. I observed her holding her left arm from time to time. “Tell me what else we have to do. We will do it; you can just instruct us,” I said, taking the command. One of the herbs had to be ground and fed to the warriors. The other had to be used as a paste. “Before you all start accusing me of planning against you all. Let me tell you that after having these herbs, all the patients will get a high fever as their body will start fighting with the venom before calming down the temperature.”

"I am not claiming the old roots are entirely useless, boy. They can cure a simple valley fever or a throat cough, but suggesting mountain herbs can unlock a violently shattered warrior mind is utterly ridiculous." My brows furrow with boiling rage. My adoptive wildland parents had successfully pulled dozens of broken, shell-shocked omega and alpha refugees back from the brink of absolute madness using those exact sacred roots, yet this arrogant citadel doctor was spitting on their entire life's work. "My tongue does not speak ridiculous lies, shaman. If your Warlord grants the command, my claws will gladly prove the old medicine on the prisoner's flesh." "There is absolute zero need for suc

I skid to a stop, the warriors doing the same around me. It’s the herb from the healer’s book. Tall, rare, blooming defiantly in a patch of sunlight that somehow manages to reach this forgotten place. There!” I whisper to Alarik, already shifting back into human form, but Alarik doesn’t respond. He is stiff and alert. His growl low and rolling in the back of my mind like distant thunder. “Wait,” he hisses. “Lucian, wait. Something’s—” I don’t listen.

“Let's start with the bitter herbs. I nodded and walked over to Lila's herb collection. My hands hovered over the jars and bundles, suddenly uncertain. "What if I'm wrong?" I whispered, fear tightening in my throat. "What if I make it worse?" "We can't afford to doubt ourselves now," Selene growled. "Kim needs us. The pack needs us." With shaky breath, I began sorting through the herbs, setting aside those known for their bitter properties. Wormwood, gentian, yarrow...

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

I can't take the risk of going into the Blood Moon pack; that is a calling of the Wall. My wolf said with pain in her voice, I guess you would just go back home and watch our mother die slowly in your arm. I felt a little determination, crossing the borderline. I scattered the greenfield, but the Hawthorn herb couldn't be found. I spotted a different herb; it was a Lavender herb; it helps to reduce stress and anxiety, and maybe that could work out well, too. I plucked it off, running back to the pack, the pain underneath my foot only grew worse, but I didn't care. I got to our little house on the farm, running towards my mother's mat as she agonized in pain.

I can feel my tears forming and dropping. Please, don't take him away from me! Please! And I finally drift into painful unconsciousness! ****** *WILLIAM* “From my observation, it seems that the warriors will all be coming from the strongest Packs of different cardinal territories. Hera came from Aquatic of the South,Aurora from Greenspan of the west and Zoe from Mystic of the East. Now, the fourth warrior Iris will for sure come from the strongest Pack of the South, Bronchus.” Zack states in length.

A sharp scream cuts through the air, like someone falling off a cliff. I stop abruptly, my head snapping toward the sound. "Did you hear that?" I call Dane's attention, but he seems far away even though he's walking beside me. I don't blame him—we've been walking for days now, searching for healing herbs for the wounded warriors. I had the knowledge of the leaves Ryda uses from when we were friends. Lupine Balm root, Phoenix Leaf, and Moonshade Leaves are all we need. "Right now, Alpha, I'm so damn tired that I can't even hear a fly buzzing," Dane mutters, barely lifting his head.