Make Your Own Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

show them what to expect. He gathered his warriors to make a circle around me so I could show them all how I was going to fight the cats. He explained to them what I told him but didn’t tell them I am a dragon. That was probably for the best for now and I was grateful. You never who could be a traitor within the pack. I already had my doubts about beta Ray and his loyalty to my mate. I didn’t want them to fear me. Selwyn walked over to me in the circle and kissed me and said,” Show us what you got my Rain.” I nodded my head and waited for him to back away from me. Electricity danced in sparks up my fingers and my eyes turned an electric shade of blue as I called the earth’s natural currents

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

My hands were cuffed. ‘Think, Eden,’ I told myself. There has to be a way to fight back. It came to me then. Warriors were resourceful. I could hear Astrid's voice in my head. Warriors will use whatever weapons they can find. Including… Teeth. ‘You want me to open wide, you crazy ass?’ I thought to myself. ‘Fine. I’ll open wide.’ I did. And then… I bit down. Hard.

I am not really sure what the mechanics are because, to make it fair, just like how every tournament was held in Purple Hill, whenever a family is joining, someone else decides on the mechanics. I prepared myself as I wore the warrior uniform that my mom had created for all she-wolves. The uniform is an all-black body suit that hugs every curve of my body. The body suit was designed to be a camouflage, especially in the dark. The reason why it was so tight-fighting was not for looks, even though our male warriors beg to disagree, but for flawless movement and flexibility. I was almost in the dining area when I heard the sound of laughter and loud whispers. Everyone turned to look at me the m

She seemed pretty fascinated by the training ground, her eyes locked on the warriors as they lunged and rolled. “Anyone who wants to train can train,” I told her. “But to become a warrior, you have to pass the warrior tests.” “Including women?” “Yes. As a matter of fact, we have quite a few female warriors. Women are just as good as men when it comes to being a warrior.” “Do all packs have warriors?” I shook my head. “Not all, but most. Some packs are neutral. They don’t engage in any sort of fighting. They just sort of keep to themselves.”

‘Arrogant bastard. “As you all know, each year we have tryouts for wolves to become warriors or Elite warriors. It brings me great joy when a wolf decides to step up to become a better version of themselves. A warrior, one who is willing to protect their pack with their lives.” “It takes a lot of self-discipline, courage, strong will, responsibility, and self-sacrifice to become a true warrior. My Elite warriors are always composed on the exterior while being powerful on the inside. They are focused but aggressive, not out of selfishness but on behalf of others–the true enemy.”

The warrior lunges at me, but I sidestep with ease, my movements fluid and confident. He tries again, a flurry of claws and fangs, but it’s like fighting a shadow. I dodge each attack, my reflexes honed to perfection. With a quick swipe of my paw, I knock him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. A chorus of awe ripples around my pack warriors, their eyes fixed on me, their alpha, with reverence.

Music echoed through the streets. None of it belonged to me anymore. Near the training grounds, I ducked behind a storage shed and changed into scavenged warrior gear. The leather vest hung loose on my smaller frame, so I smeared dirt across my face to make myself appear rougher. My only real problem was my size. At five-foot-six, I was average for a woman. For a male wolf warrior? Barely more than a pup. I’d just have to pretend I was younger. By the time I reached the clearing, warriors already stood in organized rows while the commander barked orders.

"I was with Yara we have a test tomorrow. I was preparing for that." "You know how horrific incidents are happening out there and you alone drive the car late at nights." He was all set to scold her. "I would be careful I promise." She walked into her room but she could not sleep even after trying. The image of the cat kept coming in her head and soon a tear escaped her eyes followed by many. She sat up in the bed and let her eyes cry. She made up her mind that she'd get those bastards behind the bars and pay for their cruelty.

With one strike of his claws, he sent her fleeing back towards the other caves where more cats seemed to emerge from. How many cats are part of this Tribe? he wondered as he found himself facing yet another Tribe cat. The good news was, these cats were easy to deal with. Compared to fighting a fully trained warrior, they were nothing more than pushovers. Which left Flamestrike worried that he was getting in over his head, again.