Warrior Cat Mapleshade Novels & Stories

take control for the hunt he lead the warriors into the forest beyond the border of the pack after the cats. For me I was going after the first cat that tried to set a trap for us. One thing I knew about cat shifters was the fact that they are fast but arrogant and cocky. This would be easy and fun for me. I ran at full speed following the scent of the cat while feeling Maxim thru the bond he has with Reya. I followed the cat until his scent started to become really strong then I stopped and took in my surroundings looking for the trap he set for the wolves. I noticed on the ground there were large metal traps with teeth that would catch a wolf cutting into his leg and trapping him. The cat

The dense fog obscured the ground, and even the midday sun could not penetrate its thickness. At the center, atop the highest black stone pillar, several figures stood, overseeing the forest's entirety. In the lead was a man clad in a battle-worn undershirt, his muscular body riddled with scars, exuding a menacing aura. This was Fierce Tiger, the most feared war general under Crimson Wyrm Master. "Black Maple, I hear you're known for deceiving people and that those who work with you seldom meet a good end." A taunting remark echoed through the clearing. With White Bear's death, many were displeased with Black Maple Master, but he remained unfazed, maintaining his usual deceitful smile.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

Groups of shifters, no longer bound by an Alpha's command after Silas’s death, had turned feral or formed marauding bands. "Stay low," Leo whispered as we moved through a ravine. "There’s a patrol up ahead. They aren't wearing the Blood-Crag colors." We crouched behind a pile of jagged rocks. Below us, a group of ten warriors marched down the road. They were massive, their skin covered in charcoal-black war paint, and they carried silver-tipped pikes. But it was their sigil that made my blood run cold. It wasn't a howling wolf. It was a wolf with its throat torn open, a crown of thorns resting on its head.

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.

Then he threw the beast back with all his strength. The cat contorted unnaturally, flesh warping. Then it dissolved into a wisp of mist, leaving only the sound of the rain and the smell of wet earth. The patch of grass where it had fallen was damp, without a trace of battle. The warrior stood there, watching the spot where the creature had vanished with the predatory satisfaction of victory over prey. He wiped the blood off his blade, then walked up to her, the corner of his mouth lifting into a roguish grin. Breathless and wide-eyed, Lyra was unaware that she was staring at him until he spoke.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

I wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"

Almost instantly, some color returned to his cheeks, and he let out a long shaky breath. “Thanks Grumpy,” Jax muttered, leaning his head against the damp wall. “But you still owe me a new harness. This one is ruined.” Malakai actually smirked, a quick flash of white teeth that made him look human for a split second. “I'll put it on the tab.” But the moment of levity didn’t last. A sound drifted down the tunnel rhythmic mechanical clicking. Malakai’s face went pale. “Scout drones. They've breached the tunnels”.

There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war. Adharva followed him and he felt the man freeze even 500 yard away from him when Adharva moved. But then he looked at the deer who caught up to him and he looked like an angel flying as he played with the deer. He reached the end of the clearing and the moonlight fell on his face and Adharva was shocked as he learned who it was. Warrior Eloy is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He saw the warrior tie up the hair and it settled around him, the foreboding aura settling in. The transition was fascinating to watch and he was drawn to it like a moth to flame.