Warrior Cat Mapleshade Novels & Stories

The cat asked, its eyes started to glittered with tears. Ming Yue felt that name was familiar and when she saw its teary eyes, she felt her heart ached. But why? why her heart ached for this black cat? She clearly remembered that she had never met this cat before. No, crossed that. She had never met a talking cat before. "I am Ling Mao from the Witch Clan!" The cat exclaimed. "The Witch Clan?!" All three people spoke in sync. Ghosts and evil spirits, heavenly beasts and now witch. Somehow Ming Yue encountered more and more mysteries of the world, yet.. somehow she had a feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg...

“But for now, we should stay low. If we attack blindly, we might lose more than we gain.” Nightshade finally turned his head toward her, his dark eyes unreadable. “Stay low? How long can we keep hiding, Evelyn? At some point, we must stand and fight.” Evelyn sighed, but before she could reply, Nightshade’s attention shifted. His eyes narrowed as he pointed toward a warrior standing at the edge of the clearing. The warrior was tall and broad-shouldered, his posture alert as he scanned the forest. His name was Akela. “Did you notice that warrior?” Nightshade asked.

already wet with blood. “Get her out!” I screamed, halfway through shifting. My claws tore through skin, fangs dropping, magic surging through every nerve. Lila handed Kate off to a nearby warrior—a broad-shouldered man with ash-blond hair. One I vaguely remembered from patrol. He ran. But not toward the safe house. He was heading for the trees. My stomach dropped. “Lila—he’s going the wrong way!” She spun, narrowed her eyes—and then we both saw it. The way he held Kate like a package, not a child. The smirk on his face. The way he kept glancing behind him, checking his escape. “Fucking traitor!” Lila roared. Everything blurred into motion. I bolted after him, rage and a

He grumbles as he trades her back, but at least he’s back in one piece. “You will be safe on your journey back to the five rocks. Our warriors will not trouble you. Beyond that point, you must remain cautious. Travel well, friends.” Maheshu motions toward the path ahead. As we ride back toward the rock pillars Mo called “the five brothers,” I notice details I missed in the dark the night before. Warriors are posted everywhere—hidden in tree blinds, crouched behind brush, some even concealed in dug-out spaces covered with ground scatter. A chill runs down my spine. “Maybe they knew the wolves were our warriors ‘cause they’ve been watchin’ us for some time.”

Maybe we could spot any of their warriors in the distance because it was clear they weren’t nearby. As I turned my head, I felt my soul leave my body. There in the tree next to mine sat a shifter watching me. How long had he been there? I never heard him in advance, suggesting I had missed him sitting there the entire time. Fear filled my heart. It was as though I was only now opening my eyes and seeing that I was surrounded. I didn’t see their patrol warriors, but they saw me. They were like ghosts, only being seen when they wanted you to see them, and the one right next to me never took his predatory eyes off of me. I could tell by the pattern and shape of his pupils that this was a cat sh

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

she asked, tilting her head to the side. She ventured forward. Her eyes flashed as they looked directly into Mason's eyes. For what it was worth, she appreciated his lack of fear confronting an enemy. Whether it was his lack of understanding that he was already defeated or he would take it like the proud wolf he was, she appreciated that tenacity. It was a shame that his allegiance was stolen.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."