Turtle Tail Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Quickly shifting back to cat, Talya sank her teeth deeply into Nikka's shoulder. Nikka cried out from the pain. She knew the fight wouldn't be easy, but had complete confidence in her ability to win. That assurance wavered sixty seconds into the fight. Nikka knew she needed to hurt Talya quickly, but it wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Nikka's cat screamed inside her head ready to fight for her mate. She spun, shoving Talya away.

He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.

Again, Kai goes around celebrating as his men cheered him up. She looked at me and I raised the number two as she nodded, she proceeded in changing her eye color and her hands were replaced with claws. "Why do you keep counting whenever she is injured?" Xylah asked. "We made a bargain, if she is to receive another injury, am ending the game and declaring Kai the winner," I answered. "Why don't you let her go through it to the end," Bryce asked. "Well she is my queen, in case you haven't forgotten," I reminded.

However, thirty kilometers was nothing to a level nine fighter, especially Richie. He practiced the Stealth Tiger, a special technique passed down through generations in Novena. Anyone who mastered it would eventually become a level nine fighter, and Richie was the most adept practitioner of the Stealth Tiger since its inception. With a resounding roar, the entire jungle trembled. Within the dense foliage, Richie had transformed into a giant tiger through the Stealth Tiger technique. His aura resembled that of a tiger, with yellow-black stripes, making it difficult at first glance to distinguish whether he was human or tiger.

AWWWUUUUUUUUU AWWWUUUUUUUUU "Hey, there are way too many of them! It’ll be a hassle if they scatter, so… Can you gather them all in one place?” the white tiger asked the black turtle. “Sure, launch the final attack and don’t drag this out! The Emperor seems to be done over there, so we can’t stay here too long,” replied the black turtle, a suggestion the white tiger agreed to without protest. The black turtle ascended higher into the sky until it reached a sufficient altitude.

“First, I need you to sign these. Please read through them carefully and let me know if anything needs to be changed or added.” As she reached across the table, I noticed a small tattoo on her wrist, partially hidden by her leather watch strap. A flaming skill above two crossed pistols - the Warriors logo. As I sat forward to begin reading the documents, I couldn’t help but wonder how deep Kat’s connection to the club actually ran. ——————————— Talon I walked into the garage, nodding at a few of the guys working on bikes. The familiar sounds and smells of grease and metal helped ground me as my mind continued to reel with thoughts of Laura.

From her vantage point she saw Essam, his crimson scales vibrant, land on the shore and wipe out three werecats with his scaly tail. Enraged, Katalea sent a waterspout, spiraling out of control at his massive size. He moved out of the way, one of his wings must have gotten damaged, because he did not take to the sky. The sound of his talons hacking at flesh on the shore below ripped at her heart. Grandfather grabbed her hand and together they sent hurricane force winds and blew him into the water. Still more came. The colors of them muted in the night sky, but as a blast of lightning would strike the sky would illuminate dragons in every color of the rainbow.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"