Warrior Cats Clan Test Novels & Stories

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 fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

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

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.

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.