Warrior Cat Art Novels & Stories

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

There would be no repeat of his hands on me or in me. A nasty growl had my head snapping up to the ring. Mason had been wounded, the smell of his blood permeating the air. His opponent had partially shifted and managed to claw Mason’s shoulder. The deep angry red lines oozed blood. Like a wild cat, Mason growled. His chest puffed out and his frame became larger with anger. A warrior by the name of Simeon. A large werecat who got a lucky scratch in suddenly began shaking as Mason stalked toward him. The warrior shifted into a large honey-colored cougar snarling and growling. Suddenly Mason leaped toward the warrior, shifting midair. I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a larg

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.

"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

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.