Warrior Cats Herb Guide Book Novels & Stories

I shouted out words of encouragement, and in a matter of time, the table turned. Those who were weak and tired, for strength, and those who were wounded, found ways to defend themselves. We were beginning to make the war turn into our favor and I joined in again, killing as much wolves as I could. SCARLET'S POV “We need to go out to the war to help. Some of the warriors need this fast healing herb.” I said to Carla, showing her the fast healing herb which I had prepared when Elias was unconscious. “But we can't leave without the permission of the King.” Carla said, with a concerned expression.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

He asked me. To me that was a silly question so I didn't reply. Then I remembered that my Beta Derrick knows a bit about the western warrior pack. I then asked him a few questions about the herb that I was going to western warrior pack for. "That herb is guided by jealousy by those packs. Sometimes I feel like they even worship it" he replied with mockery in his eyes. Then suddenly he looked at me sharply. "Don't tell me you are going to the western warrior pack for that herb" he almost shouted.

she replied after giving it some thought. The young warrior beamed with happiness at the thought, and wasted no time in trailing after her as she led the way. An extra set of paws certainly was better than one. Besides, she could use the company. Searching for herbs had been nearly impossible because Icestar rarely let her leave the camp unless it was an emergency like this. She just hoped that her theory on the catmint was right. They were dangerously low on their supply of catmint and borage, and if she didn't find any soon, she knew the Clan would suffer because of it. ...

“Sorry I couldn’t bring them yesterday.” My eyes linger on her for a second longer, my jaw tightening, before I sigh softly. Then I take it. “Your life is more important than the results,” I say bluntly, even as my fingers tighten around the paper. But I’m already opening it. Already reading. As my eyes scan the contents, my expression darkens with every word. “Just as you suspected,” I murmur, my voice low and cold. “The herb suppresses a wolf… and if used long enough, it causes permanent damage.”

Every stroke of his hand against the parchment looked like a battle. I wanted to say something, to calm him, to pull him back to me but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could try again, his guard stepped in. “Your Highness, the pack healer is here.” “Let him in,” Rowan answered instantly, not even pausing his writing. The door opened, and the old healer entered with two young wolves beside him. They bowed. "Your Highness'.” I acknowledged them with a nod. The healer stepped closer, setting down his worn-out leather bag filled with dried herbs: mintgrass, moonleaf, ironroot, and nightshade blossoms, all mixed with crushed fennel. The scent filled the room, strong and oddly comforting.

Instead, what I saw made my wolf let out an instinctive, low growl. The place was a disaster. The medicine cabinet had gotten the worst of it—obviously raided with pure violence. Rare dried herbs were scattered across the floor like trash, and the wooden barrels had been kicked over. What really set my blood on fire were my grandmother's private collection of ancient books. The covers were torn to shreds. One of them was her favorite: Natural Diet and the Wolf's Balance. She used to sit in the sun, pointing at the pictures and telling me, "Chloe, let's make the pan-seared salmon from the book tonight. It'll help your strength recover."

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

“So much to learn.” “We’ve got you covered. Warriors are like our pack's military services, guided by the Lead Warrior. They defend our packs, maintain pack borders, and fight threats with the support of Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. It generally falls under Gamma’s duty. Trackers are experts at following scents for covert operations and clues to solve problems. They are like spies.” Alex asserted. “There are others, such as healers, who have been endowed with healing abilities by the Goddess. Salutory is a wolf of herbs. They provide medical care and healing for the ill and injured. No supernatural powers or magic; only natural herbs and approved medications.” Sean said.

The rebels could only buy more time but they finally gave up due to starvation. Franz Helm was an artillery master in 17th century Germany. He once wrote a book on siege weapons. In one text, Helm explains how you can use a cat to destroy an enemy: “Make small sacks like fire arrows. If you want to go to a city or castle, look for a cat from that place. And tie the bag to the cat's back, turn it on, leave it on properly and then let the cat go. And out of fear, he (the cat) thought of hiding himself in a place like a hay shed and the hay would catch fire,” wrote Franz Helm.