Warrior Cat Rp Novels & Stories

Amid the battle, where the warriors were starting to feel tired, they all heard a horn being blown. At the sound of the horn, the enemies started to feel nervous, and the warrior's fatigue vanished, and they looked at their enemies viciously. The enemies were frightened; they understood immediately that the werewolves in front of them were the predators. The warriors attacked, and the reinforcements followed. Alpha Rick, who saw the battlefield and how the warriors fought, made his blood boil in excitement. The warrior inside of him woke up, and he charged into the battlefield. He started killing every single of the enemies in his sight while laughing evilly. The warriors of Alpha Rick got i

Page 432, paragraph 3 rule 304 ***Every pack will be allowed their Alpha, or their representative, their Beta, or their representative, and no more than 4 warriors compete. It doesn’t say that the Alpha or the representative HAS to be a man. Actually, nowhere in the rule book does it say that only men are allowed to compete. I write this all down on a sheet of paper, trying to disguise my horrible writing and make it somewhat legible, and slide it under her door. The second the paper stops sliding I can hear her walking towards the door. “What the fack is this?” Silence, but I can hear her footsteps retreating further into her room.

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

He looked at the minister who nodded. There will be an interim council and the prince will be coronated after his 17 th birthday. _____________ The war front smelled of blood. They had been fighting for three days and the fight stops at sunset. . Mithraos watched as his head warrior sped through the enemies like a wrathful god. The man was covered in blood, but that was a usual thing. He watched as the sword pierced through a soldier's body. Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight.

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

So what I will do for every Three fighter or volunteer sent to the Royal City I will in turn send One Royal guard, as my guards are specially trained and much stronger than the regular wolves so that would even out the ratios and make up the ones they are losing, and it would only be a temporary arrangement until the fighters training is completed, once they've gotten to or close to my guards level they will return to their packs and will expect to be called upon should this war make fruition , this would just be advanced training for that possibility and it's a plus that the packs would have fighters with the kind of training given to the Royal Guards here, extra security.

Instead, she allowed the older male to lead her back to her quarters. *~~~* Viper sat drinking cups of cupam with four of his den brothers. The four had recently returned from disposing of a nest of werewolves. He listened as Roule ramble on about it. From the look on Xile's face he was sure it wasn't the first time today that his den brother had told the story. He had just finished telling Viper about what happened when Cobra walked in. This set Roule into a frenzy of storytelling again. " Futuo would you shut up?" Mathis growled in irritation.

"You think you can defeat us? We are the true children of the moon, the apex predators of this land!" Racheal stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "We may be new here, but we possess strength and courage that you cannot comprehend. We will not back down." With a sudden surge of energy, the rogues lunged at us, teeth bared and claws extended. The battle began, a symphony of snarls, grunts, and the clash of metal against fur. Racheal and I fought side by side, our movements synchronized as we dodged and parried the relentless attacks.

Stormshadow growled. Birdpaw watched on in amazement as they maneuvered around the dog. The ThunderClan cats were actually working alongside RiverClan cats, keeping the dog confused and frustrated. Their claws landed pretty nasty looking marks along it's muzzle and legs. It tried snapping it's jaws around Acorntail, who squirmed out of the way and retaliated by leaving a deep wound on it's muzzle. The combined attack of every warrior was more than enough to scare the loud, obnoxious dog away.

Seraya's POV I skipped through the exquisite halls of La Ronne, the most expensive, high-end boutique as I shopped for what I would wear to my mating ceremony in a few days. Yes! After eighteen long years of waiting with bated breath, my moment was finally coming! "Calm it down will ya?!" My best friend Marisse sighed, exasperated. "I can't keep up with your long legs." "I can't." I giggled, running my fingers over the lush fabric of the dresses. "Can you believe it? In two days, I'll be mated to Cairh and I'll finally get my wolf! He promised to take me to Nepolis Island for our honeymoon!"