Warrior Cats Art Novels & Stories

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.

CHAPTER 29: THE KING'S PRACTICE. BARAKAR'S POV. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling. Whoever it was that made the artistic drawings on the ceiling did quite an amazing and elaborate job. The whole ceiling of my chamber was covered with historical drawings of past wars, depicting the conquest of the werewolf kind over the lands before they were brought under the leadership of the Iron Claw Pack, centuries ago. It never tired me to stare at them whenever I lay in bed.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city. "Shit.. Why are they after me today anyway!" chyou Chen continued to run with great difficulty. When he was in the middle of a very spacious street. Dozens of other warriors who had been hiding in a mound of snow all this time, came out and cut Chyou Chen's path. "You won't be able to run anymore, you thief," shouted one of the warriors chasing him. With a relaxed face, Chyou Chen smiled sinisterly in front of the warriors who were blocking him. "You still need tens of years to catch me." exclaimed Chyou Chen.

"I was wondering if any of you knows where Mathew is?" The young pups stare at her for a moment, and she thinks they might feel uncomfortable at her presence. Then one of them asks grimly, "Mathew the Omega or Mathew the Warrior? Which one are you looking for, Miss?" "Oh," Emily blinks, confused. Drat, there just had to be two Matthews. How on earth is she going to know if he is Omega or Warrior, whatever that even means? Maybe they called him Warrior because of his physique, because in all honesty, he is built like one.

annoying. I was actually looking forward to my afternoon as Arthur my old boss from the Gallery had called me yesterday asking if I could fill in for one of the girls, luckily I had the day free so I agreed and I was looking forward to being back in the gallery again. I got in my uniform and headed there, giving the usual nods and ”hello’s” to passers by that I knew, the good thing about being a patrol warrior was that you got to know more people in the pack and I got to know how many wolf’s had chosen humans as their mates, I always knew we had some humans living amongst us but turns out there is more than I expected, and so far the ones I had met had been nothing but grateful for the prote

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 tips of my ears burned. A shiver ran down to my tailbone, and a fluffy wolf tail threatened to manifest right then and there. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Rylan Blackthorn just posted a new Tweet. My finger shook as I tapped it. The message was brief: Mischievous kitten. The accompanying image shows a majestic Maine Coon cat, its fur identical to my wolf-like coat, resting its fluffy head affectionately on a slender, pale hand.

By Friday, I was a jagged edge of nerves. This was my debut as a solitary wolf, without the Alpha’s ring weighing down my hand. The work I had bled into over the last seven weeks—pure, unadulterated fury—screamed from the walls. The centerpiece, a chaotic sprawl of crimson and black titled The Final Howl, was splattered with actual droplets of my own blood. I had pricked my fingers until they were raw to get the shade right. It was primal, a stark departure from the polished, soulless portraits I’d painted to please the Graves family.