Warrior Cats Fanart Cute Novels & Stories

While it was Luc’s first time witnessing Kirin behaving like this, he felt that he could not comprehend this young master of the Summers family anymore. In fact, Luc felt a chill down his spine. In the end, Kirin finished his drawing and stared at it. He then started laughing maniacally. On the drawing were a cat and a mouse. The cat had sharp claws and looked ferocious, while the mouse looked terrified and was trembling in the corner. “Hehehe… Tyr… our game has just begun.

The Warrior’s Bride Fareeda yawned as she rolled on the bed. The first thing she realised when she opened her eyes was that she wasn’t in her room. She was naked under the sheets. She never slept without any clothes on. She sat up as she realised everything that happened yesterday. She was now Alexander’s wife. A smile made its way to her face as she remembered what took place at night. She would have never guessed that was what husbands and wives do. He had kissed every single part of her body and she loved it.

His mate was in love with his rival. Artemis and Xavier watch Alexander leave the palace. They knew what happened to him and his mate as it wasn't the best outcome for a person like Alexander. Sara stood up from the bed and rushed to the window. Below was a black large cat. It's was as large as Aldophus wolf except the gold eyes and a more fuller tail. Sara bit her lips to stop herself from making sounds as she sobbed quietly. Now she knew how it felt, it was heart wrenching. Alexander would be the one to feel it most.

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

One of the two warriors who had assisted Darshic grabbed Jelana's left arm, trying to yank her toward him. "You've had your fun with the Choi bitch. Now it's my turn," the grizzled old warrior demanded. The alluring 18-year-old girl glanced over at his pock-marked face, which was made only uglier by two beady eyes. She trembled, clutching her handsome captor Darshic as the lesser of two evils. Darshic's belly shook as his laughter rumbled like thunder. "It seems the sweet little cunt has taken a fancy to me, Orgom. I think you can wait a while longer. Me and the slut here will cuddle a bit, and maybe I'll fuck her in her tight little ass next. Mmmm... Yes, I like that idea."

His cat - a deep shade of red with eyes that glow like demon dogs – mercilessly maims and kills until he stands above me hissing and snarling at the other males whose hands had touched me. Arik steps forward, the king of the Pride baring his teeth and roaring back at my mate. My heart stutters and fear swirls when they pounce on one another. Crimson’s form doubles in size and the rippling red of his fur that coats his cat, glistens under the glow of the moon and the tip of the dawn’s first light. The witching hour. Like fiery flames flickering and licking, his fur dances and flares with each movement as they lock in a brutal battle... An enigma is what he is, and I’m captivated by the power

there, Jamie puts up a joyous smile on his face when he mentions, “Like the one in The Aristocats.” The Aristocats. That was an animated musical film from Walt Disney back from 1970. I remember watching that, there were a lot of cats in it! The Duchess and Thomas O’Malley have three kittens, and Marie is the middle child, and she is a Turkish Angora too! “Oh.” now I understand, “That is why you put pink ribbons on her.” Marie from the film has one on the head too, and one under her neck, which Jamie’s Marie has them too.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.