Warrior Cats Herbs Novels & Stories

His lynx sighed mentally, "I wish I had time to explain it all, but let's focus on this for now." "Those wolves tried to knock you down with wolfsbane, but it's a dud on me; nightshade is the real troublemaker," his lynx spilled the beans. John, interest piqued, couldn't wrap his mind around wolfbane and nightshade. Were those actual herbs? Plants? Flowers? Or was his lynx just making up names? His lynx huffed in frustration, "I'll give you the lowdown later. Right now, time's not on our side."

He saw her and leaned in to ask, “So it was the hospital, huh? I knew it. He was staring at himself in the mirror this morning, checking his neck. Must’ve taken that bite pretty seriously. Honestly, why did he go messing with a stray cat in the first place?” Candice kept silent with a deadpan expression. Noticing the colorful stuff in his cup—goji berries, astragalus—she changed the subject. “What are you drinking?” “Eight-treasure tea.” “Looks good. Can I have some?” “You wouldn’t want this.” “Hmm?” Seeing her confused, he sent her a link. “But you could buy it for your dad.” Candice clicked the link—and was immediately bombarded by large bolded text: A Man’s Best Friend! For vigor and vita

I frowned back at him. “It’s nothing. Just some minor things after the alliance with the Gray Mist Pack.” Only then did he relax, sitting on the sofa and pushing the box toward me. “Here. This is for you.” I opened it. Inside were several rare herbs. Moonlight Orchid, Silverleaf, and the extremely rare Nightingale Bloom. In the past, whenever Zephyr made me angry, he would personally go into the deep mountains to pick these herbs to soothe me. They grew on treacherous cliffs and were incredibly dangerous to harvest.

I would go as far as to say that he can be a really rational person. But I understand why he is angry; he has made it clear before he left that he just wants to live a quiet life with his family. He was never really interested in power despite being one of the strongest werewolves alive. I looked at my mother, and she handed me a list that had herbs on it. “What is this? These are all herbs,” I said to her, and she nodded. “Herbs are meant to help us. They help us maintain our health and even have a healing effect. But if mixed a certain way, they can become poison,” she explained, and I nodded.

Her eyes filled with tears as she staggered back to her chambers. In her bedroom, Seraya's thoughts began to race. The warriors were preparing for a full attack. She had to act before they set out. Her hands still shook, but her head was clear. She searched the inner compartment of her traveling pack and pulled out a small pouch of dried herbs. The aroma was familiar—sweet but with a hint of bitterness. A sleeping herb forest healers used to sedate wounded wolves. She never thought she would use it for this.

She was beautiful, even as tattered as she appeared to be, and she was definitely knocked out. He set everything down and took out the potions he would be needing to begin with. These were the most expensive, fast healing herbs, they were not used for pack members, strictly the fighters only for quick recovery, not to talk more of the slaves, but then again it was alpha's order. He went close to her and gave her a tap. She winced, but only a little, and then her eyes flashed open in panic. But she looked tired and he was certain that if she had not begun treatment sooner, she wouldn't have made it to the next full moon.

… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t. He always dips the whip into the Deaths Door serum for the last two lashes knowing that if I haven’t screamed yet I soon will. The Deaths Door serum is just that, it is a mix of Azalea, lily, Mistletoe, Rhododendron and Sago Palm which are some of the most deadly natural plants to WereCats.

Her lips curved upward in a satisfied smile, her eyes sparkling with triumph. She looked like a cat who had caught a particularly delicious mouse. The treatment room door opened, and Dr. Elena returned carrying a small potted plant. The distinctive silver-green leaves immediately caught my attention. Moonlight grass. The legendary healing herb that could restore a wolf's strength and accelerate recovery. In my weakened state, it could mean the difference between life and death. "I've brought this for you, Luna," Dr. Elena said, approaching my bed with the precious plant. "It should help restore your strength and ensure the baby's safety."

Shelves lined the walls, packed tight with vials, herb bundles, and handwritten labels that curled at the corners like they were tired of keeping secrets. I’d been here before. Once. But not like this. This time, I wasn’t looking for herbs. I was looking for proof. I moved shelf to shelf, fingers brushing glass and parchment. Bitterroot. Silverroot. Ghost thistle. Sleepberry. Burnt sage. Bone salt. Most were standard. Harmless, in the right hands. But some? Some were only used for wolves who needed to be silenced. I paused at a jar of Wormroot—crushed, sealed tight with a wax-stamped lid.

"The herbs I got them." Veth rushed past me, taking the bundle from Kael's trembling hands. She examined the leaves, sniffed them, and touched them with her tongue. Her ancient face broke into something that might have been relief. "These are them. The feverfew of the eastern peaks. Rare and powerful." She looked at Kael. "You crossed the mountains, child?" "Three of us didn't make it back." Kael's voice was flat. "But we got the herbs." I stared at him, I saw the blood on his clothes, the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of loss in his voice. He'd lost warriors for this for Luca.