Warrior Cats Clan Test 소설 & 이야기

Four warriors leapt forward with their front paws raised, sharp claws gleaming in the moonlight, ready to tear at the golden wolf. The golden wolf dodged with grace, effortlessly avoiding each warrior's attack. Storm, in his wolf form, growled in frustration. The warriors looked foolish, unable to land a single blow on the golden wolf. All of their attacks were easily parried or dodged. Storm growled louder, unable to remain passive. He howled and sprang forward. The golden wolf dodged skillfully, and Storm landed on the ground again, his attack missing its target. He growled and glared at the golden wolf.

A vicious look, full of anger, flashed on Chloe’s face. “Victor’s kingdom, Arthur. It is Rivera,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “They flow in an order, Arthur,” Chloe snapped. And she raised her hand and spoke as she formed a pyramid in the air with her finger, “On top lies the clan of Keats, where the magic streams. And after them is the clan of Collins, where strength comes. Their neighbor is clan Yash, men of who are honest and just. Then comes clan Martin, clan Jones and clan Brown – they are filled with brave soldiers, whom you could never bring down. Then comes the clan Keplins, clan Rivera, and clan Lapiz – they are the meanest, the shrewdest, and the worst. Challenge them and you

Chapter Thirty-Three: Warrior Scholarship Try-Outs Kiara, at the age of twelve Kiara POV: I took deep breaths as I waited in the tent for the contestants. It was the day of the trials for the warrior scholarship, and to say I was pooping bricks was an understatement: I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than to do good in this and be one of the thirteen students. The competition was tough; out of the thirteen seats, only two were given to she-wolves, and the rest were males. Rex, JJ and four more boys had already been awarded the scholarship; therefore, the rest of the spots were determined on your results of the trials. I was a fact and numbers person, but I wasn't sure about fighting.

So when Glen rushed over, and swiftly pushed Ezekiel to the side so that she could get to Nates arm wounds, Ezekiel quietly moved out of the way and joined his father and the rest of his family. Mantilo appeared to be in full Clan Head mode. His lower hip was gashed and bloody, but it was a superficial wound. The blood staining his robes, nothing compared to the gore, and blood dripping from his claws and face. His pupils were virtually swallowed in a deadly yellow light that engulfed his eyes and radiated nothing but death....and complete dominance. Ezekiel, Lander, Drin, Erin and Walter gathered to his side, pulled in by both their fathers rage....and his need. He needed his soldiers. His

The warriors of the smaller clans were also preparing in their own homes, and no one hesitated on the thought of raising their swords against the Royal Ark clan. The streak of pride and stubbornness of a werewolf forbids them from obediently swallowing the foul breath of air that is being forcefully sent their way. It is only the early hours of the morning, but the warriors of the werewolf clans vying to fight with the Royal Ark clan are all ready to go, but they crowded and spent their time with their families and friends that could not take part in the attack. Most of them are the old, sick, and children.

The wolf clan was in the vicinity of their house, currently Jin was practicing what is written in the scroll that Jang Khang gave him. Jin had to manage it so carefully, otherwise the attacks from the enemies would make the wolf clan and others lose. He is afraid if that happen, they will soon die and turn to ashes. But the wolf clan were brave warriors who never surrender. Tit for tat. Once there is someone who helps one of the wolf clan members, then the debt will not be separated from the history of the wolf clan. "What are you thinking about?" asked Catrina, her feet getting closer to Jin. She wanted to hug Jin and feel his wide chest sticking tightly to her soft body. Catrina's body was

When his gaze landed on her slender wrists and her coarse, defenseless gown, he let out a scoff of unbridled contempt. “Has every last member of the Silver Moon Clan lost their mind?” the scarred examiner snapped, tossing his quill down onto the table and leaning back in his chair. “This is the registration for the Warriors’ Tournament, not some playhouse for spoiled noble brats. You can’t even shift into a proper wolf form—what, you here to deliver your own corpse to the death division?” The burly men in line erupted into raucous, jeering laughter at once. “Run on home to your needle and thread, little girl!”

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

“There is a way. If she wishes to prove herself, let her take the warrior’s test.” The hall stilled. I turned sharply toward him. “What test?” Mirek’s gaze was iron. “The trial every wolf of fighting age must face. Endurance. Strength. Loyalty. If you pass, the pack cannot deny you. If you fail…” His mouth curved in something too sharp to be a smile. “Then the choice is clear.” Lucian’s growl rumbled low, dangerous. “She will not be thrown to wolves who already want her blood.”

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.