Kit Names Warrior Cats の小説・ストーリー

Ross may be a skilled warrior, but as an illegitimate child, he'll never be the Gamma of this pack. I took a deep breath, composing myself. "Is everything ready?" I asked, my voice firm. The warriors nodded in unison. I gave them a stern look. "Good. Remember, rule number one: show no mercy. Don't spare anyone." "Yes, Alpha!" they chorused, their voices echoing through the room. I donned my warrior attire, a sleek black leather tunic adorned with intricate silver embroidery, representing our pack's emblem. As I emerged, the warriors erupted into a chant, their voices thundering in unison: "All hail Lord Richard! All hail Lord Richard!"

In the Wind Shield Pack, the preparation for the warriors training was done in large scale. Almost every pack warriors were in attendance here, along with their Alpha's and Luna's. Except for the Silvershade pack, where only Kyra attended representing the pack. Dane is no where to be found. And so is Nathan. But Kyra is not alone. Kaiser is accompanying her.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

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!”

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

I fell onto the ground gasping. For a moment I thought I had made it. Then I heard horses. Familiar like it was from my pack. Different scent. Different energy. Stronger. I lifted my head slowly. A group of warriors in uniforms stood a few feet away. Their horses were tall and restless. The men looked calm. Their eyes were sharp. At the front of them sat a man I recognized immediately. Alpha Derek Foster. The dangerous wolf in the kingdom and the ruling Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.

I teased weakly. He scoffed. “I was already half dead from that gas.” “Excuses.” “If I wasn’t weak, I’d have broken that guy’s arm,” he muttered. I shook my head slightly. “ You're supposed to be an Alph…” “ I'm a beta,” he corrected, “ but that doesn't mean I'm weak,I'm from a strong pack.” There was a brief pause Then he said, “you didn't even put up a fight”” My chest tightened. “ I know .”

Gentler than they needed to be. The hum of the dryer shut off. Silence. His fingers smoothed the last damp strands back from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear. She didn't open her eyes. She just tilted her head and pressed her warm, dry hair into the curve of his neck, nuzzling into his collar. "You're doing that on purpose," he said. "Mm." She rubbed her hair against his jawline. "Your fault. You made it smell good." "You're more trouble than a cat, kitten." he said. His voice was dry, but his hand came up to cup the back of her head, holding her there for just a moment longer. "A cat would at least clean itself."

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”