Warrior Cats As Humans Novels & Stories

In typical Jade fashion the reports are color coded, cross-referenced and she has included a flash drive to d******d all of it to my laptop. I notice right away that the more magical cats, “The Magi,” don’t mix often with the warrior groups. Sensing that this could hurt us as a pride I set out to remedy this. I partner up a warrior with a “Magi” and assign all to meet three times a week to brainstorm possible strategies. There are some new werecats that haven’t gotten too involved, that has to change as well. It would be all hands on deck for the foreseeable future. Everyone had something they could contribute. We are growing, but if we are to survive as a species, we are going to ne

And receiving such might had injured him, albeit his injury being a slight one. “I agree,” the White Fox admitted. They had realised a few things by now. Not only was the boy strong, he was able to seamlessly employ powerful techniques at the right time. His timing and accuracy of movements were problematic. She and the Slender Cat weren’t humanoid species. They were beasts that had taken on the human form. Unlike the Winged Serpent that disdained doing such a thing, they had embraced the humanoid form since they became Nobles. But that also meant that they weren’t able to fight at their strongest when in such forms. So they needed to revert to their default settings.

"What for? It's not like you've ever murdered an entire family for the mere purpose that it was for favor of your family. There are a lot of selfish people in this world who don't care for the welfare of the common people. Warlords like this are the people who I hate the most. A lot of them have tried to hide in the enemy of the Caiwong, the cowards who call themselves the Jungpi are these folks who have no morals." "I definitely agree." "And how many Jungpi have you met? A few maybe from your father's business dealings?" "Sure." "When we get some real war out here after the training has been completed. Your hatred of every single one of them will equal mine. I have yet to meet one whose opi

The beast moves with terrifying speed, its eyes fixed on a group of warriors who have foolishly tried to stand their ground. I watch, my heart pounding, as the creature lungs at them, its claws slicing through the air. The warriors fall, screaming at the top of their lungs. I fear nothing, knowing it can't hurt me, being my mate and all. Is that how Lycans' look like when they shift? I am impressed despite myself. "Shall we attack, Commander?" a voice is heard from one of the warriors. "Hold your weapons at the ready, do not attack until I say so!" Titus bellows.

“Mommy, I’m a fierce hunter.” I correct her indignantly, rolling my eyes at her silliness. There are some things Mommies just don’t understand. “Deadly pred-ters are not sweet.” “Says who?” She inquires, sounding slightly affronted.. “Um, says everyone.” I explain, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Alpha warriors don’t come home from battle and run to their Mommies for cuddles. They go drink and hunt and kiss she-wolves.”

I didn’t want to have to deal with a wild animal if things got rough. Kat was a werecat. I didn’t think she was like Troi, a Kunisada, but rather a panther after she shifted. I wasn’t sure, though, and I didn’t think it would be polite to ask. Besides, how do you start that conversation? Varg, Lykos and Volk were all werewolves. They were brothers, all of them close in age. They also didn’t speak much and just followed directions. I liked that.

“It’s so pitiful! Molly, you wouldn’t just stand by and let it die, would you?” I gave a cursory nod. “If you want to keep it, go ahead.” Raines’ smile froze on her face. Our neighbor, Jake, leaned in to advise me against keeping the manul. “This cat looks different from ordinary cats. It might not turn out well.” I knew Jake meant well. He hoped I would refuse. In my past life, I had done exactly that, only to end up with my family destroyed. Thinking of all that happened before, my heart ached.

Some were brave enough to try and climb the walls with speed and might but they were also not successful. Trying other options, Melnyk sent out another army using a medium he thought the humans would not suspect. The humans were quick to find some wolves coming right up under the walls and seeking to battle the human. Sir Erik and his knights were on the other side of the wall as they killed all the werewolves that came out from that front. This was another victory for the Humans and it made Melnyk a little bit furious "Keep on sending the cannons" Melnyk ordered.

There would be no repeat of his hands on me or in me. A nasty growl had my head snapping up to the ring. Mason had been wounded, the smell of his blood permeating the air. His opponent had partially shifted and managed to claw Mason’s shoulder. The deep angry red lines oozed blood. Like a wild cat, Mason growled. His chest puffed out and his frame became larger with anger. A warrior by the name of Simeon. A large werecat who got a lucky scratch in suddenly began shaking as Mason stalked toward him. The warrior shifted into a large honey-colored cougar snarling and growling. Suddenly Mason leaped toward the warrior, shifting midair. I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a larg

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”