Warrior Cats Clan Maker Novels & Stories

The war room has become our home. Maps spread across every surface. Strategy notes covering the walls. Lists of packs, territories, resources, everything we need to win this war pinned and organized. I'm studying the Northern Coalition's territories when a knock interrupts. Clara enters with someone I don't recognize. Female. Middle-aged. Powerful aura. Alpha energy radiating from her. "Freya, this is Alpha Katerina. She heard about the coalition. Wants to talk." Clara looks excited. Actually excited. "She leads the Eastern Woodlands Pack. One of the largest independent packs remaining."

I motion to my unfazed sisters, "were ruining my teenage years." Having three younger sisters is hell. I wish I had one brother, just one. I'm not asking for much. Even a male pet would have helped me out, but no, Ma decided that four female cats is all the pets we needed. Lea, overhearing my conversation with our parents, waves at me teasingly. "Love you too, Benjy!" I shake my head, hiding a half-smile.

The fourth clan are made of men and women with an eagle vision, they could site a needle miles away both by day and night, so they were made watchers, it was also said of them that their ancestors were eagles; the fifth clan could transform into any beast of the field and they live in caves, the sixth clan is known as the clan of the deaf, they could run faster than a dear, and are mostly hunters, their ancestors were hunters, the seventh clan was a clan not born of women, they drink nothing other than liquor, the shout of one of them cuts across fifty miles, it was

It was a small, silver-oak lion. But it wasn't the resting, peaceful lion from the blueprint Arnold had given me. My lion was arched, its claws unsheathed, every muscle corded as it prepared to lunge. It was a creature of war, not a parlor decoration. "You changed the design?" Arnold asked, leaning in close. "I found the resting lion too passive, Master," I explained, my eyes tracking the senior wolves in the room. "I prefer the moment of the strike. To survive in this world, one must be resourceful and brave enough to crush the opposition."

“Ms. Tanis does her best, but they don’t want us learning the truth. It seems like the principal wants us to all join in and torment Kat. That’s not right. It isn’t her fault she doesn’t have a shifting form.” Uncle Monty patted my head. “I’m glad I raised the two of you to be leaders. Rei, you’ll most likely join the lion clan, but Ari, you’ll be with us tigers. Both cats are regal and forthcoming. We are top of the hierarchy when it comes to predators.” Aunt Lavender came in at that moment. “I see my three loves are getting along. I take it you gave them the riot act for what they said to Celia?”

I knew that I needed to make a move, to take action and show the kingdom who Bianca is, I was still a force to be reckoned with. As a leader, it is crucial to have a strong network of support, and I am fortunate enough to have gathered a formidable group of warriors from various packs who are ready to stand by my side at a moment's notice. They are not just any warriors; they are the best of the best, with years of experience and unmatched battle skills. I have earned their trust and respect through my leadership, loyalty, and unwavering commitment to our cause.

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

“Very few injuries on our side, nothing serious. We’re working on patching over the other chapters. Two left.” “Patching over?” Laura murmured, “What’s that mean?” I pushed off the counter and moved to stand behind her, my hands resting on her shoulders. She leaned back into me instinctively, and I felt that ache in my chest again. “Means we’re absorbing them,” I explained, my voice low. “Their chapters, their members, their territory. They either join the Warriors or they’re out of the game entirely.” She tilted her head, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. I always felt like they could see straight through me. “And if they don’t want to join?”

Clayton replies in an authoritative and demanding voice. As the head warrior of the pack, Clayton’s authority is second only to that of the Alpha and his Beta, he has great physical strength and a wolf almost as huge as that of the Alpha, his keen sense of justice and raw power made him quickly rise up the ranks in the pack’s military to becoming the head warrior at a very young age. “No one is after my life Clayton, I don’t want you causing any trouble,” Carmela says in a coquettish tone, moving her wounded arm gingerly and wincing in pain.

isk and Itah clan stay. It did not surprise me these were the ones to be molested. Unlike the ones of the Fenrisúlfr and Skoll clans, these females were easy targets. I hated to think my mate would be surrounded by those who would do this and worse. Thinking about my mate in their positions had made up my mind, “Warriors will remain here in silence while the woman speaks, and to make things fair, have any of the warriors harassed each other?” My question was direct as I saw some lose their composure, sick bastards. With this, it became clear I had to send a mind link to the rest of the pack, ‘who have been harassed and harmed by the warriors of this pack of any gender, age, and clan are to b