Warrior Cat Herbs Novels & Stories

He asked me. To me that was a silly question so I didn't reply. Then I remembered that my Beta Derrick knows a bit about the western warrior pack. I then asked him a few questions about the herb that I was going to western warrior pack for. "That herb is guided by jealousy by those packs. Sometimes I feel like they even worship it" he replied with mockery in his eyes. Then suddenly he looked at me sharply. "Don't tell me you are going to the western warrior pack for that herb" he almost shouted.

I asked Catherine who was patting my back to calm me down but the rage my wolf was feeling was too hard to fight back. “The potion is too strong but you have to be strong and not let your wolf shift,” Asher warned me, looking at my nails warily. “His nails are turning blue which is a good sign.” I was so confused about what the fuck he was talking about and why I never heard about such a potion before. Our warriors were wounded in the wars but Asher didn’t use such medicine ever. “The herbs are working,” Catherine heaved a sigh, looking at me with a faint smile.

Every stroke of his hand against the parchment looked like a battle. I wanted to say something, to calm him, to pull him back to me but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could try again, his guard stepped in. “Your Highness, the pack healer is here.” “Let him in,” Rowan answered instantly, not even pausing his writing. The door opened, and the old healer entered with two young wolves beside him. They bowed. "Your Highness'.” I acknowledged them with a nod. The healer stepped closer, setting down his worn-out leather bag filled with dried herbs: mintgrass, moonleaf, ironroot, and nightshade blossoms, all mixed with crushed fennel. The scent filled the room, strong and oddly comforting.

It takes me right back to the one year I spent at the battlefield during the way. I pick the bottle the scent is coming from and take a better sniff. A shocked gasp leaves my lips, "No way." It's the sterilizing herbs we developed during the war at the pack borders. A lot of horny warriors used it frequently. First you boil the leaves of the plant and then dry it up to make this small tablet with a sharp, citrusy, taste. Only the pack warriors should know about this or even be able to get it... So who could have brought it to Destiny?

“And you survived all three times.” “That’s because wolves heal fast.” I finally laughed quietly for the first time that night. The room relaxed a little after that. Even Mira smiled slightly while organizing the books on the table. After everything that happened recently, the normal conversation almost felt strange. Damon sat beside me and looked toward Maya. “What herbs did you actually use?” Maya lifted her chin proudly. “Lavender root, silver leaf, moon grass, and—” “Moon grass?” Mira interrupted immediately.

Herbs like the Sunlit Herb and motherwort were even more beneficial for martial artists. The Poisonwielder took risks and committed mass murder for the sake of a motherwort, in the hope of breaking through the bottleneck of his training with it. Naturally, consuming the herb on its own could not compare with consuming the alchemical pills Leon produced, but it would help to some extent. In conclusion, these precious herbs were useful to martial artists as they could strengthen the foundations of younger martial artists in the family and allow them a smoother path in the training that followed. As an ancient family of martial artists, the Feaks made a living as herb merchants as well. Hence,

Keeping animals in the tribe took a lot of effort and could also invite mosquitoes and other insects if not handled properly. Ever since the tribe started keeping livestock, mosquitoes and other small insects started to multiply, even though the tribespeople kept the animals clean. So, when I went to the mountain with the Elder Healer to collect herbs, I asked her, "Grandma Lony, are there any herbs that can make insects go away?" "Yes, there are several herbs you can find here in the mountains that can drive away insects because of their scent, such as lemongrass, lavender, marigold, rosemary, catmint, basil, and many more," she replied.

Luna meows in what sounds like agreement. I lean back against the couch cushions, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders. But I can’t just sit here and bleed. Not when I have another option. Standing carefully, I shuffle toward my back door, the cat following at my heels. Behind the cottage, hidden from the settlement’s view, lies my secret garden. Rows of carefully tended herbs grow in neat lines, each one planted and nurtured by my own hands. Moonbell, silverleaf, crimson sage, and dozens of others that most pack members can’t even name.

I skid to a stop, the warriors doing the same around me. It’s the herb from the healer’s book. Tall, rare, blooming defiantly in a patch of sunlight that somehow manages to reach this forgotten place. There!” I whisper to Alarik, already shifting back into human form, but Alarik doesn’t respond. He is stiff and alert. His growl low and rolling in the back of my mind like distant thunder. “Wait,” he hisses. “Lucian, wait. Something’s—” I don’t listen.

A cat sleeps on the stone threshold as if it owns the door. Inside, bundles of sage and thyme hang from rafters, lavender in braided ropes, dried bay leaves crinkling like paper when my sleeve brushes them. The list on the peg has a tidy script, Marek’s, I think. Mint, marjoram, bay, rosemary, and a handful of dried pepper pods crushed to dust. I pack them into a basket, nose filling with the clean green of crushed stems and something sweet underneath from the lavender ropes. For a moment, just one, my chest loosens. Herbs don’t lie. They do what they do, every time.