Make Your Own Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I knew not to think of anything else. I brought the warriors and we charged at the people from different directions. I had told my warriors to attack from all directions, and we did. There is no way out for the warriors of alpha Stephen because there is no way out of them. My warriors were elites, and they have been trained by me using the hashest method on them. They were all experienced but they didn't hold back because they knew that the life of my mate would be in danger. I kept attacking blindly, killing the warriors of Alpha Stephen. Soon enough all his warriors fell and they couldn't stand up and that was because my warriors had killed them all.

she smiles. I can’t contain my curiosity any longer and ask my mom “anything special going on tomorrow we would like to know about?”. I almost wanted to say have to know about, but I know how to approach my mom when she is annoyed. “As a matter of fact, yes there is. Lola is going to train with the warriors tomorrow”. What now? First off, warrior training is – as the name would suggest – for our own warriors. Not some rogue we picked off the streets and will be able to use our own tactics against us one day. Secondly, she will be the only female there. We have no female warriors, as females are inferior to males in combat. And lastly, warrior training is brutal and only meant for the best of

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

The next morning we were ready for war. What I did next was quite surprising to Omar. I made the immortal warriors I made, to kill their Alphas and Betas. I wouldn't need them in the new kingdom I want to build. Omar looked at me.

"Your highness, I--" "Go do it. Get all the tea we have and bring it into this room. Change your clothes and leave the ones you were wearing here. If you have some skin irritation come back. Otherwise, stand guard to make sure the cat stays amused and bring all the guard to be around my quarters."

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

"There are several packs nearby. Hopefully a warrior will recognize me as his mate.” Now she makes me pause. "A warrior? Why a warrior? Is that your preference?" "No, but a warrior can protect me while I lie wonderfully in his arms". Now we are both going crazy. Witches can be silly sometimes…

We walked through the training fields which were several football fields wide and I was beginning to wonder how many wolves were in this pack. “Do you fight?” he asked me. “Um, not really. My mom never taught me to fight but my dad taught me to defend myself as a human. I’ve never fought as a wolf or trained or anything though,” I told him. “Ok, that is no problem. Here all wolves take the beginning warrior class. It teaches self defense and beginning attack moves to allow all wolves to feel they can protect themselves. Then the higher up and more advanced classes are optional to whether you want to be able to fight in battle, as an offical warrior. As a beta, you will be very strong and val

I just need some dry twigs. At Kevin's gesture, the warriors look for dry branches, and place them on the ground, in front of the warrior, who doesn't waste time- He sits on the floor, cross-legged. The warrior who had been nicknamed a nerd, makes a little smile and takes revenge: - Be careful not to burn your little worm. Everyone bursts out laughing.