Saddest Warrior Cat Deaths Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Just as Ryker had said, Donna’s death was only the beginning. As the days passed, Petal watched three more of her people be found dead. The head warrior was found hanging outside the territory, the healer drowned in the river, and the trainer; each death was pitiful, each one more senseless than the last, each occurring when they ventured beyond the borders. Uproar spread throughout Elysium Haven, reaching the protectors in the temple, who stood watching from the shadows of the trees as she-wolves buried the trainer.

I licked my lips, uncomfortable. “Tell me a secret you’ve never told anyone else,” he said. I ruminated over the question. “Two years ago, I lost my cat. He was a beautiful Maine coon. His name was chuckles. He was killed in a hit-and-run. It hurt me so much, I just shut down. Right after, my mom died. I just feel like I’ve had enough of losses, like everything close to me will eventually die. Since then, I haven’t really replaced Chuckles.”

I saw a tear in her eyes, but she knew I had to do it. I started to leave when my brother stopped me, “Dude, I know you need to do this, so make sure you take four warriors with you.” I nodded, knowing that if he went, it would be a declaration of war. If I do it, it’s a justified killing. I mind linked four warriors, including Doug and Andrew, to come with me. When we got outside, I faced Doug and Andrew and scowled, “I just saw the scars on my mate’s back. I am leaving for your old pack to rip Alpha Ben’s head off his shoulders and then I will do the same with Luna Kate. I understand if you don’t want to be there.” Andrew’s eye brightened, “Are you kidding? We want to see this. They deserv

Becoming a part of The Council was never one of my life goals anyway. However, I should have known better. Since my rejection, they’ve been conducting some sneak attacks on our pack. My parents had a really hard time tracking all of the pack warriors’ deaths that were happening within the pack. In a span of a month, almost a fourth of our warriors were annihilated by an unknown poison.

So, I invited them to come with us. So far the total deaths of this war is twenty humans and two wolves. The first wolf to die caused Rae immense guilt. It took seven orgasms between Chris and I to get her to calm down enough. Well, more like she passed out from exhaustion. The next morning, we had the funeral for the wolf and her family came and blessed Rae. They ensured her that the she wolf would not have died any other way. So, after that, Rae came up with medals.

They were the saddest warriors I had ever seen. Realising that something had changed, one of the wolves looked up and let out a strangled cry, drawing the attention of the others. Startled, they tried to pull themselves out of their daze, some stumbled to their feet, others tried to crawl away to join their brothers, most just sat where they were, resigned to die. They had been at war too long, had seen too much, and death was their only escape. “Why don’t you just order them so surrender?” Quinn asked.

The scene of a Predator bawling his eyes out was rare enough, but the fact that the one he was mourning had only been killed because of him broke Arthur’s heart. “This is because of me,” he mumbled silently. Village Head Fan sighed quietly, having no words of encouragement to offer to his son. After all, it was true that the man sacrificed himself for Arthur. And in the situation where the Cheetah’s friend was mourning right beside them, any words of encouragement to Arthur would seem insensitive. Frowning Tiger was also silent. The man who saved all their lives by getting them out of harm’s way was dead. With the kind of speed that Wandering Cheetah displayed, there was no way that the Resu

I could feel the air thick with tension. We got back to camp. The healer of the pack came to the mansion to try to heal me. It was obvious he was trying his best but it wasn't working. He managed to wrap me up and said he would be back in the morning. All through this, my Beta had been pacing and glaring at me. "If you have something to say, spit it out." I told him. "What in the actual fuck was that Khal? Do you know what you did? Alpha Carter and His Luna are dead. People from both packs are dead. The crystal blood pack has declared war on us." Stephen shouted.

And what's worse would be him capturing her daughter and killing her mate. So she decided to do the worst thing ever, and that was to take her own life. Yes she did, and her mate felt the bond they shared being shattered, then it vanished. The man was hurt and in pain, for years he cried for his mate and guilt haunted him. He hated to look at his young daughter because she reminded him of her, he later distanced himself from her and called her his greatest mistake and regret. The warrior wished to have never met the alpha queen and he put her death on his head.

“Protect the pack house!” With that, every wolf fighting the thinned number of rogues pulled back and rushed to save their loved ones, abandoned and left vulnerable by the Alpha’s orders. “fu.ck!” Ryan hissed as he approached first to take in the state of the wounded. All the warriors left behind, in order not to tip off the Elders or Carter, were dead. Literal animals tore them apart, it seemed. There was no mercy shown to these warriors. Among the deceased, there were some females in the mix, but thankfully, no children were found among them in the yard.