Warrior Cat Ideas Novels & Stories

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

"I was wondering if any of you knows where Mathew is?" The young pups stare at her for a moment, and she thinks they might feel uncomfortable at her presence. Then one of them asks grimly, "Mathew the Omega or Mathew the Warrior? Which one are you looking for, Miss?" "Oh," Emily blinks, confused. Drat, there just had to be two Matthews. How on earth is she going to know if he is Omega or Warrior, whatever that even means? Maybe they called him Warrior because of his physique, because in all honesty, he is built like one.

When we knew it could destroy us. I sat listening to Oliver talking to my family and made the decision to teach my children to be warriors, but not to stop there. I was going to teach them everything about our lives. I wanted them to fight when they had to, but I also wanted them to appreciate the peace whenever we had it. I wasn’t going to allow the werecats to force my people to live in fear one more second. I didn’t agree that we should take the fight to them and I made that fact known as soon as the conversation started turning in that direction!

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

He knew his father wouldn't take his eyes off of them for the next few heartbeats, so he needed to take whatever chances he could. Now would be a better time to go when I can, Reedkit thought with a lash of his tail. The silver tabby kit stalked away from the large family, eager to see the warrior's den and the apprentice's den. The warrior's den was a large den made up of brambles and vines from the willow trees. The apprentice's den was a smaller den with willow leaves that were patched to keep it warm during leafbare. Reedkit's tail curled when he spotted the elder's den, which was closer towards the medicine cat's den in case there was some kind of emergency.

“I want to end the war between us.” He paused mid-lift, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and a mocking glint flashed in them. “War?” I nodded, thinking this was meant to be progress. “Was there ever a war, Kitten? You would need to have your wolf to even be considered an opponent. And even then, you wouldn’t be worthy. You haven’t even had your wolf’s dawn yet, so don’t kid yourself into thinking I would ever see you as someone worth fighting.”

"…Are you going to make them your contracted beast and use it on me instead?" "I don't have any other choices." "…Very well, child. I will give you my daughters if they choose to follow you— and here's a warning… they are several times stronger than their parents as they were now. Especially the cat— even if the snake and leopard add up it wouldn't be enough to stop her if she's serious." "If that's the case, don't talk to her or even meet her these days." "Why…?" "I don't think the cat is stupid— she would dare to start a war because you are the one supporting her."

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?