Warrior Cats Comics Novels & Stories

“I think good things, but boys are weird. They said humans can’t be warriors, but you is a warrior. So that don’t make sense. Then they said you beat Miss Greta and that don’t make sense either. Nobody beats Miss Greta.” “Well, let me set one thing straight. I did NOT beat Miss Greta, but I did get to work with her. She is a really great warrior so if she tells you to do something listen, cause she’s the best. But, I am a warrior and a human. I just have to work a little different that’s all. I can get hurt worse because I don’t heal as fast as you do.” “Oh, so can I tell Todd he was kinda wrong then?”

I didn’t move a muscle as I looked from her to the big cat. I had met him earlier in the week and learned that he wasn’t like the other War cats. In fact, he didn’t have a handler, as he refused to submit to anyone but my father. That’s why he was made a War Cat of the castle, as he was very good at recognizing who was welcomed and who needed to be watched. That’s how Lucinda explained him to me before telling me his name.

I want to see any weaknesses I can help Mia and Zeus exploit. I don’t expect this to be a long fight. A cat vs. a fox this isn’t really a fight. The Werecats Theodore and Anna are young looking fierce and honestly look deadly. The Werefoxes Jeremiah and Lucy are in their forties. I have no idea how they won the right to represent the foxes in this battle, neither is particularly fit. I worked with Jeremiah when he first started on the council. He is smart. Much too smart to think he stand any chance at winning this fight.

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.

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

So we fought together, each of our kingdoms coming together to face off against the Vampires, witches and freaks who would rather see the world burn than to accept that we had already won this war. At some point during the battle I was pulled away into the caves of the ocean where I could hear the Atlantian princess wailing. I was surprised as I watched a vampire coming at me with super inhuman speed before a large black cat came leaping from a connecting cage to tackle it into the wall before ripping its throat out. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face knowing that the werecats had come to the rescue of the Atlantians in their time of need.

He wouldn't bear to be uncomplicated no matter how powerful he is to an Elder of the council. They clashed, the sound of their blows shaking the chamber. Cornelius, for all his strength and experience, was evenly matched with the mystery warrior. No, he was losing. The warrior wasn’t just powerful; he was untouchable. The council watched in stunned silence as Cornelius staggered back, his pride shattered.

“I will only give this choice once. Join me or…” The Mane, knowing that she had no chance against the creature behind her, whimpered and surrendered, Nathaniel retracted his claws, releasing her throat and allowing her to turn and face him as she kneeled at his feet. In a low roar of defiance, half a dozen Cheetah warriors fight their way to their feet before being subdued by the Vampire warriors nearby. Hunter extends his claws again, not caring whether the warrior is male or female he moves fast, stopping in front of each warrior, and plunges his hand into their chests as he leans in close whispering.

says one of the prisoners mockingly to the warrior . "Pussy's don't get no pussy " says another prisoner ,making the rest laugh out loud while when warrior stays on the ground growling in pains . "You should come here let me fuck you pussy " says another yet again this time coming from the end of the tunnel. The warrior finally got back up and gave me a hard punch in my stomach ,shit that hurts i growl in pain .

Diana My eyes widen to the size of saucers. What? He continues nonchalantly. “They also happen to be bringing along with them their entire army of Council Warriors.” A chill runs through me, and my heart sinks. The Council warriors. I remember them vividly—their power, their silent presence. They are wolves unlike any I’d ever seen. Their stature alone makes ordinary pack warriors look like children. The discipline they exude, the raw, controlled power… it is like they are carved from stone. And the way they move, fluid but so precise, like an army of blades—tight, reserved, but dangerous.