Warrior Cats Fan Art Novels & Stories

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

Sonja replied. "It was not a question human," the warrior sneered, yanking her mother. Jay knew he was from a different pack from the sigil he wore on his chest armor. Sonja tried jerking her arm from the warrior. "I said no. Get off of me!" Jay watched on in horror, not knowing what to do as her mother was yanked again forcefully. The sound of her mother's painful scream had Jaylee in tears. She just wanted this to be over. Better yet, she wished her mother would have listened to Cobra and stayed in the house today.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

The raids, even with what we found and what I discovered about myself, it was a good distraction and kept me from focusing on Yasmine, how I treated her and that I failed her every time she needed me. I look down at the papers in front of me and realise that I have been doodling again, and it's similar to the carving I did on that trunk with Mary when I was younger. I had drawn Yasmine’s panther Lorelei with Morpheus’s wolf and the moon and hearts entwined with two crowns, but there were two differences: one was the adding of Zelda Yasmine’s Lycan and another very small pup, one side was panther the other Lycan.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

Sharp and sweet at the same time. "We made more," Carl said, producing additional papers from his pockets. "For Uncle Lucas and Uncle Ken and the other important people." They distributed their creations around the room. Battle-hardened warriors accepting crayon drawings from five-year-olds with expressions that ranged from bemused to genuinely moved. Lucas received his last. A wolf with gray fur and kind eyes, surrounded by what looked like trees. Or maybe broccoli. Hard to tell with Carl's artistic style. "This one's for you," Karin said. "Because you're helping us fight the bad wolves."

“You address me as Alpha.” “Thank you,” I said, glancing at him. Now was the moment of truth. There was a murmur from the warriors surrounding the werecats, and I looked to see a warrior edging his way in. He nervously glanced at the werecats as he scooted past them and jogged up the steps to whisper to Alpha Raymond.