Warrior Cats Christmas 소설 & 이야기

“Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas.” The rest of us did the same. Cato stared at his mother for a while but didn’t say anything. He seemed annoyed with her words rather than pleased. But maybe I was reading too much into it. After dinner, gifts were exchanged. Bates handed Cato the present he’d brought in earlier. “Open it.” He practically tossed it at him. Cato ripped open the box and found a blue watch inside he. He turned it over and saw the engraving in the metal on the back. “To my big brother. Merry Xmas.”

The warrior lunges at me, but I sidestep with ease, my movements fluid and confident. He tries again, a flurry of claws and fangs, but it’s like fighting a shadow. I dodge each attack, my reflexes honed to perfection. With a quick swipe of my paw, I knock him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. A chorus of awe ripples around my pack warriors, their eyes fixed on me, their alpha, with reverence.

Not yet. “Kitten,” Sabastian cajoles as I meet his deep, dark brown eyes. “Given them too her, they don’t need to see this.” I look at him for a moment, debating my options. I can’t put them down, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare them or scar them for life. I don’t know what I am about to see, but it is nothing good. “The house is surrounded by warriors. They will be okay,” he prods as I slowly let their little feet hit the floor.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

Weston I put my arm around Scarlet, smiling as we watch Jackson tear into his Christmas presents. The three of us are wearing matching pajamas, which was Scarlet’s idea. Not mine. She said she bought them as a joke, but was rather insistent on all of us wearing them and taking a picture together last night on Christmas Eve. No sooner than Scarlet gets comfortable against me, she jumps up. “Salsa, get out of the tree.” She grabs the black kitten and brings him to the couch with her. He stays for half a second and jumps down, pouncing on the pile of discarded wrapping paper.

They kept pointing at my direction, but I just acted as if I didn’t see them. Once the battle was over, Queen Chriselda rose from her seat and announced to the people, “Tonight, we shall celebrate my son, your Alpha, for heroically protecting his pack from the devilish hands of the evil Alpha cat, who snuck into our land to end us! And to celebrate my son’s bravery, we will behead the Werecat and send his body to our enemies as a warning from Wolf Fall!” Everyone cheered at the Queen’s words, singing Allen’s praise.

any random warrior says making them all shout "Yeah" in unison ,i really love my pack a lot ,i never prepared for this office but fate has assigned it to me and i must accept my destiny ,there by doing my best to ensure my love for my pack,i have no blood related family left, all i have is them ,my warriors ,my Beastie Juliana ,gamma Rex ,the little pups ,the young horny and unmated teenage wolfs ,and the Luna's ,we are not too big as a pack by we are not too small either . You all can get your meals now ,i say stepping to the side and they all bolted towards the cook stand fighting for seats like barbarians , i shake my head and smile a little as i walk away out of the kitchen .

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

Eleanor said, “one with storm clouds for fur and a purr that rumbles like thunder.” “Was there a character such as that in one of the lass’s tales?” “More than one. Apparently, the fairies like to hide in the cat’s soft, fluffy fur.” Fann chucked, “one fluffy grey kitten will be hers; if it can be found. Kittens tend to be more plentiful in the spring though.” “And maybe some young chickens for the widow who made me the soup? I remember that soup. I’m sure she must have worked in the kitchens when I was small. The familiar taste was most comforting.”

"Oh... and dinner starts in an hour. All the warriors eat together." My eyes widened. All of them? "I... I don't think I'll come. I'd rather…" "It's mandatory." He cut in sharply. I forced a smile. "Fine." I slung the bag over my shoulder before lifting the buckets. "Thanks." As I walked away, I could feel his eyes following me. My wolf giggled. ‘You could've at least wished him goodnight’ I sighed. Were all wolves this annoying? Or was mine simply… She completed it. ‘Different’