Warrior Cat Sketch Novels & Stories

Skye howled in Shaun's mind, excited for a fight and an opportunity to have some control. The two warriors lunged at Shaun again; he stepped back to dodge one but didn't move fast enough causing the warrior's claws to scratch his side. Grimacing a little bit, Shaun reached out and caught the other warrior by his face. Without a second's hesitation, he slammed the warrior to the ground, using as much strength as he could. The warrior had underestimated Shaun's strength and didn't brace himself. Shaun could still hear his breathing, but his body was motionless underneath him. Shaun's claws and canines extended as he gave Skye partial control in order to heal faster. He snapped his head up just

*Bang* *Roar* The Resurrection Cat roared in rage as the sword struck it. And then it tried to get up and deal with Frowning Tiger, but Domineering Tiger wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Jumping into the air, the powerful Tiger span a couple of times and descended upon the Resurrection Cat with his mighty spear. Although the weapon couldn’t be compared to magical blades like Caliburn or Durandal, it was a weapon masterfully sculpted by the best of craftsmen. It was the best of what money could afford, and it was time to test its true worth. *Boom*

Hector told me that morning in training. Hector and I were gathered around by the warriors, urging us to have a second match. Hector initially refused, but after everyone chanted "Scaredy cat," he accepted. We started circling each other, and I could feel the energy radiating from Hector. He lunged at me, and I blocked him. Then I went on the offensive, and I forced him back. As we continued to fight, I could tell Hector was getting more serious. The intensity in his eyes grew, and his strikes became more precise. I could tell he was focused on more than proving himself; Hector was determined to show the other warriors that he was not a scary cat but a formidable wolf. It was clear that I ha

I say, voice dripping with false sympathy as blood starts to drip down the wounds on Warrior Garett’s face and into his eyes. Warrior Garett grits his teeth, clearly weighing his options for a moment. I raise an eyebrow and rock back on my heels impatiently. Finally, Warrior Garett seems to realize the only way out of this fight is through. With a fearsome growl, he launches himself towards me, claws extended. I step aside easily, whirling around and raking my claws into his sides. He lets out a sharp scream of pain as blood flies through the air and tufts of matted brown gray fur stick to my claws.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

While Don offers me beer, tells me to get comfy at his place and leaves to get his tools ready. I take a seat on the stool next to Max, and watch his flip through the pages of various tattoo designs. He stops when he gets to the picture of a tigress and looks up at me. "This is really gonna look good on you, Kate, it'd show the world how much of a warrior you are. My beautiful warrior sexy tigress." Darn! He is good. It feels awkward because I'm beginning to get used to, and enjoy his words. I can feel my stony heart dispersing.

She could see the sweat pooling in his upper lip as he loosened one sleeve and let it fall to reveal a quarter of his chest where there was an angry black mass. Yan Sha balked. "Ning Zhuo, doing something like this will not get me to marry you." The inky lion on his chest was one caught with a rabbit in it's mouth as it shredded it to pieces. It was fresh and hastily done in a method that looked almost common. What gangster could turn down a prince with gold to do business. It was so disturbing that he had even thought that doing something so permanent would prove that his intention was true.

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

He wasn't reviewing troop deployments. In his large, calloused hands, he was holding a piece of parchment, staring intensely at a crudely, beautifully drawn sketch of an elegant wolf with striking, piercing eyes. It was a drawing of my wolf form. The beast he had met in the rain. A wave of bitter, toxic mockery washed over me. I walked closer to the desk, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the floor, and let out a loud, echoing scoff.

Kat's ears swiveled, alert for any signs of danger, but all seemed peaceful. Too peaceful, she realized with a start. The woods were never this quiet unless... "Ambush!" Kat yelled, whirling around, but it was too late. The enemy warriors dropped down from the trees, landing lightly on their feet to surround Kat's small group. She counted at least twelve of them, all heavily armed and staring at her with hatred in their eyes. "Well, well," one of them drawled, flipping a knife casually in his hand. "Look what we have here. Poaching our omegas again, Kat?"