Warrior Cats Art Novels & Stories

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.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne

I guess I need to discuss that first with Catherine before I say the word and they all start coming in here fixing everything and then destroying some. I walked along the hallway and was only observing the large paintings hanged on every part of the walls. There was one that captured the beautiful scenery of the forest, one that perfected a picture of a school of fish whose bodies shone marvelously as the sun illuminated them under the sea, and one that painted the crescent moon. That suddenly reminded me of Catherine's tattoo on her back.

Hera agreed, her gaze fixed on her target stuffed toy inside the claw machine she was playing with. When they were younger, they used to be incredibly envious of their classmates who had access to city tours. However, despite how much they would like to visit the city as well, they are unable to do so due to their Queen Mother's strict prohibition. The werewolves' Queen Mother forbids them from mingling with so many humans out of concern that they might pick a conflict and endanger their tribe. Sitting on the stool next to Hera, Callie questioned, "Why does Marcus seem to be taking so long?"

Lucas collected it and slid it open, an impressed smile tugging at his lips. “Just what I and the king had in mind,” he mumbled, as he stared at the new weapon painting. “His majesty is going to like this when he returns.” It was going to take many months to perfect it, though. Without tearing his gaze from the art, he ordered the young male warrior, “Have the artist paid in full.” “Yes, my Lord.” As the door shut, Lucas decided to access the drawing for a while before finally dropping it. He ordered the maids to prepare a bath for him, and just as he waited, the little wolf slipped into his mind.

Reese was cutting out butterfly wings, while Roxy was sticking tiny pieces of felt onto what looked like a cat drawing. “Come see what we made!” Jared announced proudly, hurrying ahead and grabbing a painting from the table. He turned to us, holding up a small canvas, his smile wide. “It’s a tiger!” he said. Phoebe gasped dramatically. “Whoa! That’s awesome, buddy. Look at those colors!” Jared grinned, beaming from the praise. Then he pointed at Roxy’s work. “Roxy made a kitty.” Roxy lifted her glue-covered masterpiece with a satisfied smile. “It’s a special cat.”

A warrior asked. "Yes he is, his face is menacing just like the other warriors said. " Another warrior spoke. Suddenly, Rioka looked at them with menacing look. They changed their gaze as their body starts to shiver. "Anyway, what's your name? " Rioka asked the lone warrior. "Tokiyo. " A small sound came out of the lone warrior's mouth. "Tokiyo huh, your rhyuk is so suppressed, to the point that I can't even sense it at all. You reminds me of someone." Rioka smiled at the sky.

There were painted scrolls that contained both images and calligraphy, and some colorful fans that were decorated with some of the most beautiful flowers. As Jade examined each piece of art, one particular painting caught her attention. Unlike the others, the painting wasn’t a portrait or landscape. It was an image of four animals surrounding a man dressed in an elegant golden robe. There was something about the painting that felt familiar in a strange, unexplained way. Curious, Jade held out a finger and reached out to touch the painting. “Don’t you just love it?” a voice said. Startled, Jade turned around and saw the young man from earlier standing behind her. He was looking at the paintin