Romans & histoires Warrior Cats Fan Art

Dodging he extended his wings as his smile turned into a frown. "You really are going to be defiant to the very end aren't you?" He asked snapping his fingers. The two dark warriors that had arrived with Rathial began to advance on Elaina. Moving she flipped over the first one and wrapped an arm around his throat. Growling she began squeezing. The warrior easily grabbed hold of her wrist and began to twist causing pain to shoot up Elaina's arm. Yelping she let go losing her balance just as the other warrior snuck up behind her knocking her out.

"There's no us, Seven! You are fucking attractive and I can't help being around you. I'm not that fantasy type of girl. So please...let me be. Like I said, I like you but that's not enough reason to leave this Pack and let some bitch take over, I'll kill her even before she steps her feet inside. I don't know how you got connected to the Pack in Red stone, but I'm glad it's you. I'm glad you will be the one to rule and keep the people safe. I'm here to sta, Seven." "Even when you don't like him? You fucking detest him but you're just here because you're told to do so or because you feel you won't get weak by getting into dangerous missions this pack puts you in." He asked and I got pissed. "

Werewolves still stubbornly held onto this ancient, rigid idea that it was only men who belonged on the battlefield fighting in wars. I let out a soft, broken whimpering sound in the quiet tent. I so badly wanted to be a warrior. Why couldn't I have my dream and also be with my mate?

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.” “Mason,” I greet the werecat who was one our best warriors back in MacTire. “It is good to see you, I did not realize you were still here with Tawny?” “I requested to stay with her, sir.” He said giving me a short bow. “Who are your friends?” He questions lifting a dark brow.

Stormshadow growled. Birdpaw watched on in amazement as they maneuvered around the dog. The ThunderClan cats were actually working alongside RiverClan cats, keeping the dog confused and frustrated. Their claws landed pretty nasty looking marks along it's muzzle and legs. It tried snapping it's jaws around Acorntail, who squirmed out of the way and retaliated by leaving a deep wound on it's muzzle. The combined attack of every warrior was more than enough to scare the loud, obnoxious dog away.

But then, a ShadowClan patrol, alerted by the sounds of the fight, arrived as reinforcement. The ShadowClan warriors, known for their stealth and agility, moved like wraiths through the undergrowth, flanking the Crimson Fang and cutting off their escape routes. Their attack was coordinated, not with elaborate plans or pre-arranged signals, but with an intuitive understanding born of shared experience and mutual trust. Rhys, the hotheaded Silvermoon warrior who had previously clashed with Kael, found himself fighting alongside the ShadowClan leader, their movements a ballet of deadly precision. They fought not as rivals but as equals, their combined strength turning the tide of battle.

- he asked. - Allen, - shyly, the warrior answers . - I never imagined that the Moon Goddess would gift me a man as my mate, but I am very grateful to her, because you are, without any doubt, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. - You are so cheesy. – the funny warrior answers, completely flushed. The warriors laughed, they would miss that boy. - Allen is a nice name - Tron says, with a smile. - what's your age? - I'm twenty - he answers, without raising his head.