Warrior Cat Memes Novels & Stories

a warrior from the Silver Tiger Pack asked his companion openly, not bothering to lower his voice or hide the disdain in his tone. “Maybe they hid somewhere and managed to regroup here after being attracted by the holy light,” his companion replied casually. “Look carefully. All their members made it here alive,” another warrior from a nearby group pointed out in surprise. “What insane luck,” someone beside him commented enviously. “What rubbish luck?” a proud-looking warrior from the Red Moon Pack scoffed coldly. “If hiding like cowards counts as luck, then I rest my case.” Several warriors nearby laughed mockingly. “Maybe cowardice is a skill too,” another person added sarcastically, drawi

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

Smirking, I gave each of them a meaningful smirk as I taunted, “A good warrior questions only what matters on the battlefield and not whispers in the wind like some gossip-addicted teenagers.” Triggered, they stood up, one asking, “What do you mean by that?” I took a bite from the barbeque stick and shook my head, thinking, “As a warrior, shouldn’t they be smarter than this?” I wanted to taunt them further, but I knew better than to act the role Glenda wanted me to be in. One of the warriors in the other group stood up and joined us. He was buff and had tattoos on his arm. He looked straight into me without hesitation or fear, his arrogance vividly reeking on his face.

The other was cheering his friends on since he was too little to jump. The warrior looked at me in horror, obviously not knowing what to do with so many pups clinging to him. I glared back with a “Don’t you dare ruin the game!” look, and he closed his eyes and sighed. Before I knew it, he cried out in defeat as he slowly knelt on the ground and rolled like he was beaten. Unfortunately, his cry of defeat alerted other warriors, who came running. Upon finding their fellow warrior had been “beaten” by several pups who were now climbing all over him to claim their “kill,” the warriors were cracking up laughing. Some laughed so hard that they fell to the ground, which only permitted the pups to p

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?"

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“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“I mean it’s not your pet, right?” She stared at him, unsure how he could be cracking jokes in the face of this murder kittten. But all she could do was shake her head. Nope. Not her pet. “Good. Don’t want it getting awkward when I vanquish him.” He said, the corners of his lips wrinkling with amusement. Its glowing eyes narrowed. Turning to the warrior, it lunged toward him. Claws scraped leather. The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision.

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

Even though a warrior is required to be good in these 3 categories, but you have to be an expert in one. Dike is the only warrior that is an expert in all the 3 categories. He has an extraordinary ability to shot arrows, spear, and draw the sword; they say he is possessed by the god of war. It is even rumored that he is invincible and immutable because of how valiant he is in battles. No warrior dare challenge him in fights. When the moon is out, there use to be moon fights; where young boys would challenge themselves in wrestling fights under the lights of the moon.