Warrior Cats Graystripe And Silverstream Novels & Stories

I pushed myself until the rune on my back felt like a live wire, forcing the residual energy of the Silver Vein strike to propel me forward. ​After an hour of unrelenting movement, I broke through the treeline and stopped dead. Before me lay the Whispering River, a fast-flowing tributary that marked the official border of the Darkwood. The obstacle was the solitary figure on the far bank: a massive Elder Guardian of the Neutral Lands, cloaked in heavy, earth-toned furs, whose eyes glowed faintly yellow in the gloom. Crossing his path meant a confrontation I couldn't afford. ​I dropped into the shadow of a thick cedar. I risked projecting a wave of energy outward, not hostility, but the prima

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"