Warrior Cats Fallen Leaves Novels & Stories

As the only kit in the Clan she wanted the Clan to believe that she was warrior material. Cats crept forward despite the cold winds that lashed out at them. Leafbare was still in full swing and the snow that covered their camp made it more apparent. Sprucekit spotted Wildheart and Harewhisker sitting together. Leafshine sat nearby with Sootpaw beside her. Ferretpelt and Whitebirch sat further apart as the two were always arguing over the short-haired tom's attitude. As usual Twigfur and Berrystripe were the last to approach.

Garrick and the other warriors assembled beside us, their eyes darting at the towering dark trees for strange movements. Then another cry resonated through the already tensed air. Then another. Then another. All making me look in different directions as I watched the warriors disappear high into the dark canopy of the trees. As we surrounded the corner toward the middle of the pack square, the sight in front of us sent shivers through my spine. Then one of the warriors that had been taken fell high from the trees. His body sprawled on the ground, his body ripped open, bearing the same words on his forehead. Blood suffused his face, dark and thick, soaking into the dirt. But that was just a s

“As I said before, the Golden Leaf is inside a glass box in a warehouse on the other side of the island. Drago told me once that there are one hundred of his warriors stationed around the warehouse, and three hundred inside the warehouse, guarding the glass box. So that’s four hundred warriors. Now to overcome this, I do not intend on taking them out one by one. There’s seven of us after all. What we are going to do is something that will completely take them by surprise. Our three animals here will simply attack the warriors guarding the warehouse. Rachel, you will be on a cliff which is directly above the warehouse. You will shoot your arrows at the warriors. Zak, your role is very importa

he urged, pulling Alex to safety as the enemy closed in around them. In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Sergeant O'Connor shielded Alex from the brunt of the enemy's fury, his final words a testament to their shared bond forged in the crucible of war. "Make me proud, Alex," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper as he slipped away, leaving Alex alone amidst the carnage. Amidst the chaos of battle, Alex's scream pierced the air, a primal roar of unleashed fury. His eyes blazed a fiery crimson, the telltale sign of his werewolf nature unleashed. Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision.

Kalias growled "don’t leave here, for your sake" The gentleness, calm and whiff of kindness were gone as fast as he moved to get up, his eyes turning red as the howl could be heard and sharp claws popped out of his hands. It wasn’t a complete transformation, clearly, but that was a moonless day - so what could she expect? ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” the warplanes began to bombard the monsters. They all burn with fire. All the remaining soldiers were excited again. They shot the monster down and finally victory for the Hope organization had arrived. But all that means nothing to Eren. He had lost the person he loved so much.

I struggled to stand, the strange burning sensation in my chest slowly fading. “What did you mean?” I asked quietly. “About my wolf.” Kael studied me carefully. “You really don’t know.” It wasn’t a question. I shook my head. “Everyone says I never had one.” Kael’s gaze darkened. “They lied.” The word echoed through my mind. Lied. Before I could ask anything else, several warriors burst through the trees. Moonfall warriors. Their weapons were drawn, their eyes immediately locking onto the bodies of the dead rogues scattered across the clearing.

Above us, the moon hung low, bloated and red at the edges, as if it already knew what was coming. Ravenfall warriors rushed us, shouting, weapons raised. I didn’t slow. I didn’t give orders. I moved alone. Steel flashed. Bodies fell. The pack filled with the sound of metal striking bone, breath tearing from lungs, blood hitting dirt. My wolf roared inside me… pure motion, pure heat. My warriors froze behind me, watching their Alpha King tear through an army meant for dozens, all by himself. This was their job. Tonight, it was mine.

She gave him one look, and then her eyes fell back on me. "First, I would like to tell you a story. It is about a warrior named Catalyn, the blessed. She was a blessing from the moon goddess herself; she was best at every single thing she did. The moon itself smiled at her, but there came a dreadful day. The Lycans attacked her pack while she was away hunting and slaughtered every one of her pack members, they were only a pack of fifty. She returned back to see what had befallen her people, the people she loved and could give her life for.

Underfoot, the layer of dry leaves crinkled, their short lived beauty of green, red, and shades of yellow orange, all faded to a uniform brown, their last stage before crumbling back into the arms of the earth. How quickly and easily she felt at home. Her cat purred in excitement, kneading her claws at the edge of her mind, raring to go. Jiao tilted her head back, closed her eyes and spread her arms. She inhaled deep. "I love fall," she admitted. "You do?" Chris sounded surprised.