Warrior Cats Comics Novels & Stories

He uncorked it. “The warriors rely heavily on smell. If they catch even a whiff of your scent…” He paused, then smiled widely. “…we’re dead.”

“We could use your help.” Shadow smirked, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that made my stomach twist. He leaned back in his chair, studying me. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until he finally spoke. “You know what you’re asking, right?” His voice was low, almost a growl. “This isn’t some favor between friends. This is war. And if I step into this mess, throw my boys into a war with the Russians, it’s not for the Warriors… It’s for you.”

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

RPOV Songs: Shrike by Hozier, Sea of Love by Cat Power, Show Me Love by Hundred Waters I walked into Dimitri's tent to find him lounging on his bed with a book in his hand. His other arm was draped behind him, propping up his head. He looked completely relaxed as he poured over the pages in front of him. It baffled me how something as monotonous as reading could bring this giant warrior to a state of contentment. As much as I loved giving him shit about it, a couple weeks ago I had decided to show him the castle library where he was welcome to replenish his collection. An enraptured stare formed on his face as he scanned the book-lined walls, and I decided I loved that look on his face even

Picking the two little kittens up I tell them, “I think you two ladies need to take a break. I get you wanna see Gabi. But you need to back off and wait until Samuel comes to collect you.” As I put them down and took a position in front of Thaddeus and Roman I briefly saw relief and a strange look from them. Like they pitied me. Do they think these tiny little kittens hurt us? And at that though I soon regretted ever getting involved. “And just who the hell do you really think that you are to try and control who and what I do? I go where I want and do what I want. And it is best if you just stay the hell out of my way. Got it little boy. Now move, or these little ladies will help you move if

They stood back to back, waiting for an attack from the unknown darkness. "A dozen, from all sides," Alex whispered. From the shadows emerged glittering cat eyes from all around. The painted warriors came away from the shadows as one. They were human-like with large ears and sharp oval eyes. They stood barely chest-high and took stealthy steps forward with spears and bows at the ready. The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable.

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

“As tradition implies, we need a warrior from the Moongray pack and another from the Blue Moon pack.” At the same time, a pack warrior from the Moongray pack stepped forward, a large scar running from his cheeks to his jaw. He slammed his fists on his chest, letting out a loud growl. He strode towards the announcer and pulled out a weapon, “For the Moongray pack.”

I didn’t want to have to deal with a wild animal if things got rough. Kat was a werecat. I didn’t think she was like Troi, a Kunisada, but rather a panther after she shifted. I wasn’t sure, though, and I didn’t think it would be polite to ask. Besides, how do you start that conversation? Varg, Lykos and Volk were all werewolves. They were brothers, all of them close in age. They also didn’t speak much and just followed directions. I liked that.