Warrior Cats Fights Novels & Stories

Killian’s wolf stumbled, panic flashing in his eyes. “What… what are you?” he demanded, his voice trembling. I didn’t answer. Words were meaningless now. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Mac rise from where he had fallen, his fur glinting in the silver light that radiated from me. His eyes met Silver's for a second and then with a guttural growl, he joined the fight, his claws raking across Killian’s flank. Together, we fought with unrelenting force. Killian’s wolf was powerful, but he was no match for both of us. His snarls turned into cries of pain as we tore into him, the tide of the battle shifting in our favor.

Both the tiger and the woman looked up as Iro prowled into the room. Without notice, the large tiger let out a bellowing roar, leaping onto the leopard with his claws out. Iro was already braced for the onslaught, yelling back and baring his teeth as they rolled over on the ground. The queen rolled her eyes, but watched the fight with interest. With fur flying, the two cats ripped at each other with their claws, but neither sunk their canines into one another. Edgar needed to prove a point to his subordinate, and Iro knew that any real fight with the four striped King would lead to his death at this stage of his training, so when the tiger finally released him, he retreated in a low crouch t

*ROAR* The large cat roared in fury when it saw that the ant that had bitten it was still coming. Its eyes gleamed with a vicious light, and it brought out the claws that it had retracted earlier, and jumped high into the air. Like a tossed coin it somersaulted midair several times, defying gravity and once again proving that its massive size didn’t hinder it in the slightest. Then it descended towards Arthur and struck mightily, the impact shaking the battlefield like a cannonball smashing into a building.

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.

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

She ran even faster when she smelled blood, which meant there was some kind of battle going on. Hera arrived at the end of the alley and noticed two enormous wolves in the middle of the vast grassland. The black wolf, Esteban, is on top of the gray wolf whom she recognizes as his lover, Marcus. Esteban is significantly larger than Marcus, putting him at a disadvantage. Hera yelled angrily, "Esteban!" She then instantly transformed into a wolf and snatched Esteban by the back. She pulled him away from Marcus who was now bleeding.

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

They hurried away into the night, carrying him with speed. ***END FLASHBACK*** ***** The fight lasted until dawn’s morning light began to peek over the city. It was only then that the creatures and rogues began to retreat. We had lost so many. Too many; Cambiador was not equipped, nor prepared for an attack of this magnitude. Were-cats are fast and lethal, but they lack the strength of the bears and the organization and numbers the wolves have. And these… creatures, whatever they were, were not of this realm.

That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city. "Shit.. Why are they after me today anyway!" chyou Chen continued to run with great difficulty. When he was in the middle of a very spacious street. Dozens of other warriors who had been hiding in a mound of snow all this time, came out and cut Chyou Chen's path. "You won't be able to run anymore, you thief," shouted one of the warriors chasing him. With a relaxed face, Chyou Chen smiled sinisterly in front of the warriors who were blocking him. "You still need tens of years to catch me." exclaimed Chyou Chen.

"I won't. I'll succeed where the humans who killed you succeeded." Mephalus roared his anger out as he pulled his sword from its scabbard at his waist and charged Rhychard. Rhychard braced himself, the sword held out in front of him. The other Warriors kept chanting. Mephalus raised his sword over his head and brought it down in a quick swing. Rhychard held the Guardian Sword high to take the swing of the blade and then kicked out with his foot, hitting Mephalus in the gut and shoving him backwards. Mephalus twirled, bringing the sword around with him. Rhychard blocked the swing, the impact shaking his arm, flooding it with pain, and then thrust his sword at Mephalus' shoulder. Mephalus bloc