Warrior Cats Black Cat Novels & Stories

Never one to hide, Katalea shifted, while Dakari remained. “I have heard myths about the black panther in my world,” a now very cute asian girl said, throwing her long dark hair over her shoulder. Katalea smiled, “Here I am just Katalea.” Another man spoke, he had been a brown wolf moments before but now stood before them with military short brown hair. ”We are grateful for the assist, but..” here he paused and looked around, “what are you doing here?” Katalea couldn’t help but grin. She tried to sound incredulous, “What, you don’t have many panthers in these parts?”

My legs wobbled on the uneven terrain riddled with tree roots, causing me to stumble a few times. I was mere feet away from leaving the Blackmoon Pack, and a wave of relief washed over me. However, my moment of respite was cut short by a menacing growl. I spun around to find two wolves: one grey with golden eyes and the other black with green eyes. Their scent and warmth filled the air, causing me to step back as they advanced. Both wolves looked troubled as I watched them, petrified. Suddenly, a series of bone-cracking sounds filled the air. The black wolf transformed into Xavier, and the gray one became Kai. Their presence intensified my terror.

I see our warriors fighting the rogues. As I stare at the screens another chill rolls over me. Those are not all rogues. Some of them are warriors from my old Pack. They have come for me and managed to break through the borders. I look to another screen and see a large black wolf fighting. From the size, I assume that is Jackson. His wolf is stunning with a shiny black coat.

JONEA “Oh, yeah, I… Nothing,” I said to Daran. I started running after him. I asked the cat when standing next to Daran and the black cat. “So where is your king?” “The one next to you,” the black cat replied. I was confused and looked to the side. Apparently, it was a snow-white cat with beautiful, thick fur perched on the fence of a stone house. The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow.

show them what to expect. He gathered his warriors to make a circle around me so I could show them all how I was going to fight the cats. He explained to them what I told him but didn’t tell them I am a dragon. That was probably for the best for now and I was grateful. You never who could be a traitor within the pack. I already had my doubts about beta Ray and his loyalty to my mate. I didn’t want them to fear me. Selwyn walked over to me in the circle and kissed me and said,” Show us what you got my Rain.” I nodded my head and waited for him to back away from me. Electricity danced in sparks up my fingers and my eyes turned an electric shade of blue as I called the earth’s natural currents

I shook my head at their inexplicable hostility, so close to facepalming. “I was busy following orders…” Laycon shot back, eyes hard, “Unlike you, who goes against them.” “I'm going against them for the good of the world and to avoid blood shed,” Black snapped, slapping his palms on the desk as he sprung to his feet, “Better than you who has no thoughts of his own other than following his Alpha around like a lost puppy.” “You’re a rat and I'm a wolf, that's why we work in different ways.” Laycon shot back and Black’s eyes flashed with rage as he sprung forward.

They land on the cruel expression of six hefty warriors who’ve invaded our living room. A sly smile stretches a fine line across the mouth of the one who is the leader as he stares back at me. My heart somersaults into different beats, and I take a shivering step toward Mama, gripping her arm. One after another, the warriors snarl before approaching us. Their aura wields chaos, predatory. The leader's crafty smile widens. He swings a bag chain like he’s here to catch a Rogue. “Beta Blackwood is not home,” Mama informs, dropping the plate of cake on the table.

"Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible." I wouldn't yield. Chest puffed out, I tried to bluff. "Who said they can't protect me? The eldest isn't blind, the second isn't crippled. They're fine cats." "Anyway," I added, "if you so much as touch them today, you'll regret it!" Dominic stared at me wide-eyed, like I'd gone insane. He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot."

I gave a nod to the warriors as I saw that most of them had finished their shift, and they took off their similar black and red robes before shifting into their wolves and approaching the newly shifted young werewolves. I did the same, taking off my robe and shifting into my black wolf before making my way over towards Emry’s wolf. His wolf was a dark grey one with black spots around his silver eyes and one of his ears. His wolf was small compared to the others, and was struggling to stand. We moved towards him and picked him up by the scruff of his neck, helping him until he stood steadily. Unexpectedly, Rage began to lick behind his ears and Emry’s wolf gave a whine of annoyance.

A sleek black cat perched on a nearby fence, its yellow eyes fixed on me. Great. The cat hissed, arching its back, tail puffing up like a bottlebrush. I didn’t have time for this. I lowered my body, trying to make myself smaller, less threatening, and prepared to move on, but the cat’s challenge had already been answered. Two more strays emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with the kind of territorial defiance only street cats could muster. I let out a low growl, quiet but firm, hoping they’d back off. The black one stayed unflinching while one of the others—a scrappy gray tabby—hissed again and took a step forward.