Warrior Cats Body Base Novels & Stories

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

The warriors stiffened… every muscle tightening, every breath locking in their chests. Their spines straightened in perfect unison, heads lowering in a mixture of fear, devotion, and the unmistakable thrill of violence that came with serving her. Then… they moved. Not a word nor a warning. Just a sudden, explosive burst of motion. Boots slammed against the earth as they launched forward, and mid-stride their bodies twisted… bones snapping, reshaping, reforming with brutal efficiency. Limbs elongated, claws tore free. Their clothes shredded under the force of the shift. Fur erupted along their spines.

So Lex growled at him to fight back, no matter the difference in size and strength. A 7-foot beast warrior standing against an 8-foot one. With Lex's sheer size and strength, anyone could tell who'd win. The beast warrior launched at him. Lex didn't move a muscle and watched as the warrior aimed towards his neck. It was a rookie mistake. Right then he could tell that the warrior was a new recruit. He grunted and swung his arm across his face, but to his surprise, the warrior expected his move and managed to bite his arm as he swung his body to the side, leaving his long, hairy hind legs targeting his face.

Dumbfounded? The first thing I notice is that the fur on his body has tiny flat coin-like ends instead of pointed tips that create kind of like… a natural body of armor. It’s not heavy, but it looks like it’s impenetrable. I wish I could run my fingers through to see what it feels like. He is almost black, but is he? He flexes his muscular chest and shoulders, making the dark metallic disks gleam in the moonlight. The disks flash a deep blue. As I watch the reflection in disbelief, I finally make my way up to his face.

They did trust me upon the mention of that huge Green slant-eyed beast as Ryley himself saw it, but they narrowed their eyes when I mentioned a wild tall cat! After the Orc thingy, when I was walking that foolish mate of mine to her house, we were attacked by a 'Phantom wild cat'. It was larger than my own size with a big saucer like huge round dark red eyes that flickered. It was not your typical wild cat walking on four legs— but something that walked like a human, on two legs!!! I know that's unbelievable but awfully true. It was in fact of bright fluorescent green colour. Its claws were somewhat about four inches tall with dirty pointed dark red canines.

As an alpha, I shall be strict with standards. The training started, as expected - all the warriors were in their positions. today we'll be only focussing on training our human bodies. So each warrior will hive to fight another in their human bodies. Everything was fine so far until I started feeling that some eyes were burning my back. Unconsciously, and as if I knew who was watching me. I turned to face my mate's balcony, her eyes were roaming around my muscles - I bet she's in love with my perfect body. Same as her my eyes started roaming all over her perfect shape. I'm not a pervert, or any close to be. It's just she looks graceful and attractive with the white pajama dress she was weari

"Which is why you summoned me." "Yes." She agreed. "You are a dragon warrior, born to fight. To one such as you, battling is as natural as breathing. Is this not so?" He leaned backward to rest on his elbows, stretching out one leg casually. "My kind are rather good at killing, yes." His tone was also casual, but the predator's gleam was still in his eyes and even relaxed, he radiated power. To Allorah he seemed very much like one of the giant island cats, a mass of sleek muscle and dangerous intelligence.

This was the wind beast. The wind beast had a huge lion's head and a tiger's body. It was covered with green scales and had four powerful-looking claws. A majestic aura enveloped the beast that even though it was just at the late stage of the innate level, it was obvious from its aura that it was no ordinary beast at that level. The wind beast narrowed its eyes as it measured Fane. It seemed to be trying to determine if this prey was dangerous. Fane pulled out his gray sword from Mustard Seed with familiarity.

They were even more intimidating, and in the quasi-dark, the no-fur gave off more of a predatory stare than any tom Guru had ever met. "Does my nakedness make you nervous?" Does it ever. "No, we've had this discussion. I am very comfortable with the feline body. I understand its musculature and how to sculpt it. I am around sexy toms constantly in my line of work." Guru waved a paw and found a new piece of the abyss to stare into.

They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed. There! I saw him mere meters away, fighting a rogue wolf. The rogue getting the upper hand, or so I thought, I ran to go help Crimson and stopped when he leaped up and bounced his feet off the wall of the building, shifting mid-air, in the most fluid of ways and into the most captivating were-cat I had ever seen.