Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.” “Mason,” I greet the werecat who was one our best warriors back in MacTire. “It is good to see you, I did not realize you were still here with Tawny?” “I requested to stay with her, sir.” He said giving me a short bow. “Who are your friends?” He questions lifting a dark brow.

"I'm sure to them we smell just as bad, if not worse." That was hard to believe. Reedriver found their scent offensive, but he dared not say it out loud. He followed the others to the island where he was greeted by a young looking dark black she-cat with piercing green eyes. "Who are you?" she demanded as she eyed him up like he was her prey. Reedriver only glared back, his claws unsheathing as he prepared himself for the worst. "My name is Reedriver," he snapped. "I am a RiverClan warrior." That didn't seem to deter her as she narrowed her eyes.

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.

I said and she chuckled. "No, I used Leo's one," she said and I stood confused. "I lost my cat?" I asked and she agreed. "And that worked?" I asked. "No, I had to beat up four men with a stupid purse, it was fun though," she said and I shook my head. "The box should be hidden in a drawer on an ottoman?" "Who puts drawers in ottomans?" I asked as I knelt down and opened the drawer. Sliding it open, I found that there was a safe in the drawer and I groaned. "There's a safe," I said and she chuckled.

That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city. "Shit.. Why are they after me today anyway!" chyou Chen continued to run with great difficulty. When he was in the middle of a very spacious street. Dozens of other warriors who had been hiding in a mound of snow all this time, came out and cut Chyou Chen's path. "You won't be able to run anymore, you thief," shouted one of the warriors chasing him. With a relaxed face, Chyou Chen smiled sinisterly in front of the warriors who were blocking him. "You still need tens of years to catch me." exclaimed Chyou Chen.

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

The safe one. But I wasn’t going to let her ruin this. Not when what I had with Ace felt real in a way nothing else ever had. I opened my notebook and started to doodle instead. It was safer. Less pressure. I drew Ace, messy hair, crooked grin, broad shoulders, and gave him armor. Actual armor. A little cartoon version of him holding a fire hose like a sword. Above his head, I scribbled, “Rookie gato in shining armor.” It made me laugh, which helped.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

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.

"Hard to argue with that." While her father was pulled into a conversation with a senior Council member, Willow wandered through the rows of art. The pieces were arresting—hyper-realistic depictions of the natural world and ancient lupine myths. One painting showed a Great Wolf with fur of liquid gold, eyes burning with a primal, ancient fire.