Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

She lifted the lantern higher and took her time to study the images. On both walls were paintings of some gods. They were stretching out their hands from heaven to earth and giving people gifts. Kate looked further along and could see the seasons changing and people killing each other in very realistic battle scenes. In front of all the battles were warlords holding up the gifts of the gods.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

I rip off my shirt, stripped down to my sports bra, and continue to try to purge my carnal needs. The scent of arousal has the male werecats circling. I open my eyes to find six of the male warriors smiling goofily at me. Dark, sensuous male bodies in different stages of undress all look as if they could devour me. “Hello gentlemen,” my voice warbles. I need to save my dignity if I can. “Thank you for coming to guard me, as your Princess I am honored to be so well taken care of. I have enjoyed my workout with you today. I am quite pleased with your progress.”

There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war. Adharva followed him and he felt the man freeze even 500 yard away from him when Adharva moved. But then he looked at the deer who caught up to him and he looked like an angel flying as he played with the deer. He reached the end of the clearing and the moonlight fell on his face and Adharva was shocked as he learned who it was. Warrior Eloy is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He saw the warrior tie up the hair and it settled around him, the foreboding aura settling in. The transition was fascinating to watch and he was drawn to it like a moth to flame.

They stood back to back, waiting for an attack from the unknown darkness. "A dozen, from all sides," Alex whispered. From the shadows emerged glittering cat eyes from all around. The painted warriors came away from the shadows as one. They were human-like with large ears and sharp oval eyes. They stood barely chest-high and took stealthy steps forward with spears and bows at the ready. The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable.

Masks cover their faces, and they are yelling and stringing bows to shoot at him. As I glimpse down, it becomes impossible to hold back my laughter. Hundreds of cat people come out through the bushes, yelling weird things and throwing their spears at Azrael's feet. The cat people are wearing leaves for skirts, and the females got coconut shells covering their breasts. Tattoos mark their arms, and their tails are swooshing through the air. "They are kinda cute," I admit. "Can we keep one?" The angel steps around, sighing loudly when the cat warriors scramble to get away from him. They yell something in a foreign language, and more feathered arrows pierce his skin.

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe just a couple of puncture scars from his canines and/or fangs, but what is there is something totally unexpected. It was like a full tattoo. It was of a wolf howling in front of a full moon, which had a crown wrapped around it with what looked like vampire fangs hanging from it. Next to the wolf was what looked like a cat, though it wasn’t a cheetah. I moved even closer to the mirror, frowning at the mark, as it seemed a little incomplete. There seemed to be a blurry section around the Cat. It was as if something was missing, though I didn’t know what.

*Bang* *Roar* The Resurrection Cat roared in rage as the sword struck it. And then it tried to get up and deal with Frowning Tiger, but Domineering Tiger wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Jumping into the air, the powerful Tiger span a couple of times and descended upon the Resurrection Cat with his mighty spear. Although the weapon couldn’t be compared to magical blades like Caliburn or Durandal, it was a weapon masterfully sculpted by the best of craftsmen. It was the best of what money could afford, and it was time to test its true worth. *Boom*

We stay like that for a good minute before he turns around to snarl at the trees. Between two oak trees, a pack of werecats yowls at us. Their bodies are entirely human except for the hair covering their skin and their faces of different cat species—some look like lions, while others resemble tigers or panthers. Their chests are bare, muscular, and hairy. But what they all have in common is the ready-to-kill expression. I brace myself, ready to summon flames. But unfortunately, they outnumber us. Victory seems hopeless, which is why I find it endearing that Blake appears unwilling to leave my side—he is standing so close I could touch him.