Warrior Cats Art Novels & Stories

"Thank you, your highness for the permission. I want to say to all of the colleagues here that I am only here due to the emporer's orders. I have nothing more than the utmost respect for her highness and how beautiful and refreshing the open air is here." "It would be nice if you stopped breathing it in. I would like to see your head on a spike after what you did to our Lion of Jungpi. She's trying to end wars and you're out here trying to start them. I don't like Wei as they smell the same as you Caiwong, but at least they see us as people and let us share the same beer and the same table." One of the warlords spit in his direction.

ETHAN POV I growl under my breath as Miranda tenses and practically curls against my side in fear. The wolves challenging Andrew are covered in tattoos, but not the art I am used to seeing. The images printed on their flesh are meant to install fear. The poor excuses for artwork depict women being violated and men being tortured or killed. Two of them have their hit list tattooed on their chest. "Alpha King, thank you for taking the time to come to the South pack," Andrew says interrupting my thoughts as I approach him in the field they have chosen to fight in.

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

Sharp and sweet at the same time. "We made more," Carl said, producing additional papers from his pockets. "For Uncle Lucas and Uncle Ken and the other important people." They distributed their creations around the room. Battle-hardened warriors accepting crayon drawings from five-year-olds with expressions that ranged from bemused to genuinely moved. Lucas received his last. A wolf with gray fur and kind eyes, surrounded by what looked like trees. Or maybe broccoli. Hard to tell with Carl's artistic style. "This one's for you," Karin said. "Because you're helping us fight the bad wolves."

So we fought together, each of our kingdoms coming together to face off against the Vampires, witches and freaks who would rather see the world burn than to accept that we had already won this war. At some point during the battle I was pulled away into the caves of the ocean where I could hear the Atlantian princess wailing. I was surprised as I watched a vampire coming at me with super inhuman speed before a large black cat came leaping from a connecting cage to tackle it into the wall before ripping its throat out. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face knowing that the werecats had come to the rescue of the Atlantians in their time of need.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

“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.”

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

Chapter 98 Germaine stared at the five warriors who had just come from the werewolf realm. One minute, she was talking with Storm, and then the next, the five of them appeared in the signature Charlie's angels pose. It was the same move Storm and Keratin always pulled whenever they were in fight mode. They were introduced as Verag, Crag, Croton, Mulag, and Numa. Introductions were made all around, and they clasped hands with everyone. When it got to Germaine's turn, she marveled at the strength that flowed from them.

"Tell him that he's going to fight alongside me then, he should step inside and not stand as a spectator. I need to know who is for me or against me." I said that loud and clear to his hearing if he actually did and a sharp gasp escaped from his lips. "Okay, this is not cool at all." He said. "What is it?" "The warriors," he exclaimed. "Damn! They were not visible but they were all emerging from all the corners of the pack. What the fuck?" He exclaimed In fear and his breathing was ragged. "What do they look like?" I asked. "I seriously don't know, they have black art of ink on their face and they are -"