Novel & Cerita Warrior Cats Fan Club

I pulled it open halfway, schooling my face into irritation. “Huh?” I snapped, like I’d been disturbed from something innocent. “You’re late for the council meeting,” the warrior said, a burly Beta with a scar across his cheek. He looked uncomfortable even saying it. I almost laughed in his face. “I’m just a lady,” I said, voice dripping with mockery. “What place do I have among the council? Sitting pretty and pouring wine?”

I hailed the first one and slipped into the back. Cairh ruined me, Alyssa betrayed me. The entire pack betrayed me. I didn't owe them shit. Tonight was my birthday and I would do whatever the fuck I wanted. "Where to?" The cabbie asked. "Sinners." I replied and he peered at me through the rear view mirror. The adult club that forbid anyone underage, the club that werewolves whispered about, that I didn't dare breathe its name before now. I grinned at the skeptical cabbie. "I turned eighteen today."

His black hair shifted gently beneath the breeze, while his cold silver eyes carried the same intimidating gaze I remembered. Back then, everyone feared him. They called him arrogant and cold. Some believed it was because Silver Moon owned the strongest academy among all the packs. Others simply said… Cassian had never smiled a day in his life. The warriors shoved me forward until I landed on my knees before him. "Future Alpha," the head warrior said with a respectful bow. "We caught this woman stealing the Moon Orchid." "I wasn't stealing it," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

By the time you're a candidate for the warrior program, you are lethal. Training here starts early and is mandatory, so no younglings are defenseless. Our sentry warriors and trackers are the first lines of defense against attack, alerting the troops. We have a diverse community of all kinds of shifters and a few humans too. Most patrol warriors are lion or wolf shifters, as strength, speed, and stamina are needed to take on a breach from the Shadow clan. They are relentless as the only clan who doesn't want peace and cooperation.

The war room has become our home. Maps spread across every surface. Strategy notes covering the walls. Lists of packs, territories, resources, everything we need to win this war pinned and organized. I'm studying the Northern Coalition's territories when a knock interrupts. Clara enters with someone I don't recognize. Female. Middle-aged. Powerful aura. Alpha energy radiating from her. "Freya, this is Alpha Katerina. She heard about the coalition. Wants to talk." Clara looks excited. Actually excited. "She leads the Eastern Woodlands Pack. One of the largest independent packs remaining."

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

“I can’t…” “We are the last line of defense Wolf Creek has, Blood Moon has our children, pregnant, young, and elderly safe. Blood Moon warriors are waiting to aid us, we are here to fight for our Alpha who has done nothing but fight and provide for us,” Kitty interrupts me, making me blush and nod my head glad that they already have a plan.

“Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.” “For one they live longer and are bigger than average which is why you think Leo is part lion, but he isn’t. In fact, his parents are mostly cougar with lion on his mother side, but that is generations ago. After the first crossbreed thousands ago, most War cats are breed within.” My father paused as looked at me. I had questions and I think he was listening to them, as he picked back up.

We have to hurry. - Why don’t we fight – shouts a warrior? - There is no pack stronger than ours. 20 of our warriors can finish off these 100 guardians. - We are not interested in revealing Kat's existence to the Council for now. – Micky says, standing next to Kat. - If we kill the guardians, the council will know something is wrong. We need to bring together the packs that support Kat. We need a troop for the queen. – Alex says, standing next to Kat too.