Warrior Cats Fan Club Novels & Stories

One of the young warriors, looking nervous about interrupting. “Alpha,” he said, bowing his head. “The council is here. They’re waiting in your office.” The Lycan council. I’d been expecting them, but I’d hoped for more time to prepare. “I’ll be there shortly,” I said. The warrior left, and I turned back to Ryker. “We’re not done discussing this.”

I said, wondering why I was telling him this. I hadn’t even told Ridge yet about a lot of things. Maybe I just figured he knew since really, he was there too. “My pack was pretty brutal. If I had to rank packs throughout history, it would be Blood Claw, Long Tooth and then Growling Thunder. That’s where I grew up. The Shadow Warriors stepped in and disbanded us about four years ago, the Alpha was getting to be too much like Gunner. People weren’t following him though, they were fleeing in large numbers in the last year and begging the council for help,” he said, looking sad.

There was silence between us until Morocco spoke. “Baby girl, I inform Warrior of your plans. He was not thrilled, but he understood” Morocco informs me. “ I never met a man, why is he showing concern?” I question. “ Even though you never meet him, he still shows concern for everyone here.” I nodded because I feel it made be true, when I started working here I found out later that Morocco did not own the club. The club was owned by a man name who goes by the name Warrior. What crazy is that no one ever saw him. But Morocco assure me that Warrior was a real person, so many rumors going around about Warrior. The one rumor that keeps coming to the surface is that Warrior was a made-up fear of p

They’d use the most ridiculous accusations to justify it, too. “Damon and I will fight them if that’s what you want, Nora,” Elle offers, helpfully. I understand we want to protect our friend, but at the risk of two packs and a growing rogue collective? It’ll be a fucking blood bath. Council warriors are not a joke, and while we may have great warriors, we cannot compare to their talent. What makes them so damn deadly is their lack of ties. They have no pack, and no mate. They live and breathe for the council’s whims.

“I saw you eat a rabbit on that eastern corridor.” Reaper to the east. Thank the Goddess. Now we just need to get eyes on Saint. I rub my eyes, feigning frustration, and send out a mindlink. “All units to base. Do not approach Council warriors.” “Is food all you two assholes think about?” I put my hands on my hips and snap at them. “We’re dealing with a serious situation.” “Sorry, Beta.” Marco shrugs. “You know Clash would rather have a short-tailed weasel. We couldn’t find any.”

Claire asked as we stepped into the castle thirty minutes later. "They are stubborn. They refuse to mention anything about Duncan's hideout but I was able to find out that the councils are indeed trying to create Lycan warriors" He explained making our eyes go wide, Lycan warriors? The councils are no doubt preparing for war but a war against what? To take over Jet's pack? Or what else are they after? Global domination?

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

A warrior from the Golden Continent said, "Crap! This kid managed to turn things around. I actually thought that Nevada had a high chance of winning. After all, he comes from the White Phoenix Clan and is even a chosen disciple. Compared to a brat who came from somewhere no one knows about, he's so much higher in status. I can't believe this is the result. Did Nevada underestimate his opponent?" The moment that was said, the warriors from Hestia Continent were furious. They were being insulted at every end. Even when they had someone like Fane, they were still constantly mocked. They could no longer contain their anger when they heard what was said. Those people were going way too overboard.

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

"Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible." I wouldn't yield. Chest puffed out, I tried to bluff. "Who said they can't protect me? The eldest isn't blind, the second isn't crippled. They're fine cats." "Anyway," I added, "if you so much as touch them today, you'll regret it!" Dominic stared at me wide-eyed, like I'd gone insane. He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot."