Novel & Cerita Warrior Cats Family Tree

Ouch, what a low blow, Catori's wolf said. He continued. "You see, my family did not have the ideal good name. My great grandfather was seen as a traitor. They said he sold the pack's secret to your pack, North Lotus." Catori's hand flew to her chest at the mention of her pack. "Anyway, he was bandished from the pack. That brought a stigma to my family. It became worse when my father mated with a rogue. Yes, my mother was a rogue. She was so hated in the pack but she stayed because of my dad.

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.

“Have you ever heard of the Tribe of the Cats Luna?” I hesitate, then whisper, “Yes…” He pivots, eyes glinting. “Yes. My mother belonged to the Tribe of the Cats Luna.” “No… wait—hold,” I snap, urgency clawing my chest. “You mean the tribe known for their dominance over every wolf-cat?” He nods. “Yes. Exactly.” “No way,” I exhale, awe lacing my voice. “I heard their tales in the East, while with my Aunty. They can sync their wolves to all cats—seemingly controlling their very instincts.”

The war between White Clan Wolf's and Black Clan Wolf's are continue from two hundred year's. No one actually knows when it's start, it's like they start hating eachother beacuse of their wolf colour. Alexander Branson is a king of Black Wolf clan, he try to protect his people's to all bad things and punished them when ther are wrong. He want to end this war, but he don't know how? He is still single because he didn't find someone who is take the position of Donna in his clan.

It was more responsibility than he wanted. Then the attacks started happening. The smaller packs didn't exist anymore. The remainders sought refuge in the large packs. When they attacked Linc’s pack and killed him, that's when Agnar decided enough was enough. He was down with the way the wolf world was. Linc was his best friend and if they had been in the same pack he would have asked Linc to be his beta. The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne.

That will make my mom angry if she finds out. I groaned. I had gone too deep to take her back and I do not have the intention to, because I can't accept a weak human who had been captured once and even turned to a slave as my mate. Kate will make a better choice. I thought. She comes from one of the most powerful families. Her father was once the Beta of the Ice Pack. Her brother the recent Beta, mated to the most powerful warrior Queen. Her mother is the head of the banshees and Kate is said to be one of the strongest banshees. That is the kind of family I want to take a wife from.

Ryan defends. Suddenly, I remembered the records I studied at home. Nathan, the alpha from one of the northern packs three years ago rejected his title without explaining. He never got a seat on the Council and never showed any interest in being a part of the system. His father found a replacement rather quickly, perhaps already knowing his son's plans. Nathan snorts. "I highly doubt it," he replies, taunting me, and still, his steel eyes hold my own, defying me to respond.

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

This was not just a territorial dispute; it was a full-blown war for supremacy, and the ShadowClan was caught in the crossfire. Lyra, Ronan, and the elders convened a war council. The maps were unfurled, revealing the Crimson Fang’s strategic movements, their calculated advances, their methodical dismantling of the existing order. The elders shared their ancient knowledge, detailing the long-standing grievances between the established packs and the various rogue packs. The root of this conflict, they revealed, lay in a historical injustice, an ancient betrayal that had fueled generations of resentment, leading to the current crisis.

Becky and Gianna knew they had relatives in and out of the country, the nearest being their mother's brother who was Alpha of White Wolf pack. Seems their parents had decided, for some reason, to isolate themselves from the rest of their family and they kept it that way for years. When asked why they were never in contact with their family, they only gave vague answers, which made their kids more curious. Years passed and the two girls grew up, anticipating to find their mates, like every normal young wolf. But Gianna could not find her mate. Her younger sister found a mate before her; Joe was his name. The parents were happy for their daughter, especially that the man Gianna had found came