Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

Then there was the third one, the mural Jonda painted in her room at New Moon right before she died. Each painting depicted a scene of a war. The first was a woman with black hair surrounded by wolves, Conri standing by her side. The second was the same woman, her hair streaked, the same wolves but accompanied by others as Inanna stood on a rock her sword held high, ready to lead a charge. The third, the one Jonda painted, was the most different. The same wolves stood by Inanna’s side, with werecats in the background but the biggest difference was the bear that proudly stood next to the rock and the silver wolf on the goddess's left. Through time each war against Anu and Aodh had been very s

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

"Tell him that he's going to fight alongside me then, he should step inside and not stand as a spectator. I need to know who is for me or against me." I said that loud and clear to his hearing if he actually did and a sharp gasp escaped from his lips. "Okay, this is not cool at all." He said. "What is it?" "The warriors," he exclaimed. "Damn! They were not visible but they were all emerging from all the corners of the pack. What the fuck?" He exclaimed In fear and his breathing was ragged. "What do they look like?" I asked. "I seriously don't know, they have black art of ink on their face and they are -"

"Meow?" The little cute cat woke up from the dream and turned her head to look at the young warrior with great dissatisfaction. "Meow... meow!" "A bunch of rubbish, get out before I change my mind!" Ding Hao's tone became strong and she sneered without looking back.

They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed. There! I saw him mere meters away, fighting a rogue wolf. The rogue getting the upper hand, or so I thought, I ran to go help Crimson and stopped when he leaped up and bounced his feet off the wall of the building, shifting mid-air, in the most fluid of ways and into the most captivating were-cat I had ever seen.

They moved as one, their weapons a symphony of steel against fur, each blow struck with the force of unyielding determination. As the moon reached its zenith, casting an ethereal glow upon the battleground, the tide of the battle shifted. Prince Edon, fueled by a mixture of valor and the weight of his kingdom's expectations, found a moment of opportunity. With a mighty swing of his sword, he struck true, piercing the snow werecat's flank.

Art said, then turned and walked toward the chaos. Art's eyes began to glow, and heat began to build in his hands. When he felt that heat reach its boiling point, he moved forward, the wind shifted around him, and then, one by one, he began to appear throughout the mass of chaos as he projected many copies of himself into the dense group of enemies. Lance struggled to keep the wolf snarling on top of him from biting his face. The wolf snarled and snapped its jaws inches from his face. Art moves forward, places his burning red hands on each side of the wolf's head, and it howls in agony. Within seconds, its fur goes up in flames from the intense heat, and it howls and writhes on the ground wh

"I remember. I had private trainers, but I remember how useful it was when I turned." He walked back over and handed me a piece of paper. "That's Wrens number. She's our best pup trainer. The other is Camilla. She's a councilor. She bridges the gap between human and wolf. Opens the door so the two can bond." He sits back down next to Alexi. I lift the paper and put it in my pocket. "Thanks, I really appreciate it." Luke nods. "So, this friend. Wouldn't happen to have long legs, long brown hair and big brown eyes by chance?" He smirks.