Warrior Cats Fan Art Novels & Stories

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian golem." The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Then there was the third one, the mural Jonda painted in her room at New Moon right before she died. Each painting depicted a scene of a war. The first was a woman with black hair surrounded by wolves, Conri standing by her side. The second was the same woman, her hair streaked, the same wolves but accompanied by others as Inanna stood on a rock her sword held high, ready to lead a charge. The third, the one Jonda painted, was the most different. The same wolves stood by Inanna’s side, with werecats in the background but the biggest difference was the bear that proudly stood next to the rock and the silver wolf on the goddess's left. Through time each war against Anu and Aodh had been very s

"Tell him that he's going to fight alongside me then, he should step inside and not stand as a spectator. I need to know who is for me or against me." I said that loud and clear to his hearing if he actually did and a sharp gasp escaped from his lips. "Okay, this is not cool at all." He said. "What is it?" "The warriors," he exclaimed. "Damn! They were not visible but they were all emerging from all the corners of the pack. What the fuck?" He exclaimed In fear and his breathing was ragged. "What do they look like?" I asked. "I seriously don't know, they have black art of ink on their face and they are -"

The warriors fought valiantly—clad in weathered leather and steel, swords flashing in disciplined arcs—but they fell in droves, bodies rent and steaming on the blood-soaked earth. Yet one figure dominated the chaos, a lone titan at the fray's heart. He stood unyielding amid the sea of claws and fangs, a whirlwind of lethal grace. Towering and broad-shouldered, his frame was forged for war, muscles rippling under scarred skin bared by a torn tunic. Long, raven-black hair whipped in the wind, streaked with grime and enemy blood, framing a face etched with grim resolve—high cheekbones, a jaw set like granite, eyes burning with unquenchable fire. A crest gleamed on his chest plate: the Moonveil

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.

I try stepping away only to be grabbed forcefully and yanked against the warrior, as bends closer his over cologned odor overwhelms my senses, as he growls lowly, "You may be a Luna but as a council warrior I still rank higher than you. I suggest you listen." A roar I would recognize anywhere breaks through the forest, shaking the world around me and making me pool into a puddle of desire. Suddenly, the wind shifts my nostrils filling with the most delectable scent, that I have craved for days. Scarlett feral as she thrashes around internally nearly impossible to control.