Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

A warrior asked. "Yes he is, his face is menacing just like the other warriors said. " Another warrior spoke. Suddenly, Rioka looked at them with menacing look. They changed their gaze as their body starts to shiver. "Anyway, what's your name? " Rioka asked the lone warrior. "Tokiyo. " A small sound came out of the lone warrior's mouth. "Tokiyo huh, your rhyuk is so suppressed, to the point that I can't even sense it at all. You reminds me of someone." Rioka smiled at the sky.

take control for the hunt he lead the warriors into the forest beyond the border of the pack after the cats. For me I was going after the first cat that tried to set a trap for us. One thing I knew about cat shifters was the fact that they are fast but arrogant and cocky. This would be easy and fun for me. I ran at full speed following the scent of the cat while feeling Maxim thru the bond he has with Reya. I followed the cat until his scent started to become really strong then I stopped and took in my surroundings looking for the trap he set for the wolves. I noticed on the ground there were large metal traps with teeth that would catch a wolf cutting into his leg and trapping him. The cat

Swoosh! From the ranks of the Wild Wave warriors, a towering figure emerged, standing well over 1.8 meters tall, each hand wielding a razor-sharp battle axe. The sea roared beneath him, his presence commanding and fierce. He was none other than the leader of the Wild Wave warriors, the formidable Wild Wave Lord of War himself! Those two titans, each over sixty but with the vigor of men in their prime, stood upon the ocean, their domains of power unfurling around them.

As if it was responding to our presence, it suddenly grew brighter. Torches we hadn't noticed along the walls, lit up casting a glow in the chamber and that was when I saw it. The walls of the entire chamber were covered in craving. Not just ordinary cravings that told stories of our history, these carvings were drawings of warriors in battle, they were each locked in different combat forms. Some held swords, other daggers, some bow and arrows, mallets and some fought with nothing but their bare hands. Their movements were so smooth, so lifelike, it was as if they were frozen in time, waiting to be set in motion.

"The teaching thing. These kids trust you." "Because I've been where they are. Struggling with the wolf, feeling too much, needing an outlet." I stacked canvases. "Art saved me. Maybe it can help them too." Skyler appeared in the doorway, still in his enforcer gear from afternoon patrol. "How'd it go?" "Good. Really good, actually." I showed him the paintings drying on racks. "Look at what they created in two hours." He examined each one carefully. "These are incredible. That one—" He pointed to Carter's violent red and black piece. "That's pure wolf. Pure instinct."

Risking a glance at Jasper, I found his eyes already on me, if he was thinking the same thing I was he gave nothing away, but either way, neither of us was going to speak the words aloud. “This one was of a man.” I pointed to the third warrior in the picture, I recalled the dream I had the night I arrived here. “He has dark eyes and tattoos on his arms.” I described, seeing his face in my mind's eye. “You saw his face?” Alpha Allison questioned and my eyes flew open. “No clearly, they’re the only features I can recall, that’s why in the drawing his face is obscured and his arms are littered with art.” Even the tattoos on his arms were hard to recognise, they just seemed like black smudges on

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

As she squinted her eyes, she could see moisture, like oil, glistening all over his bare chest. The animal wrap-around skirt was taught around his waist and his legs showed the bearing of a warrior. His hair was long, flowing, and free. Perhaps his best features were his piercing eyes which had not left her face. It seemed he had been staring at her the same way she had been doing to him. From beside Germaine, Ennie sighed. "My lady, I can now understand why you could not wait to see your mate, he is sooo handsome and a warrior from his stance, and-"

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.