Warrior Cats In Real Life Novels & Stories

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

My legs are too short! Without warning, Birchpelt grabbed her by the scruff. Birdpaw had been trembling the whole time as she looked over the ledge, she hardly even noticed. Birchpelt leaped onto the other side with ease, even though she was carrying Birdpaw by the scruff as well. "I'm sorry," Birdpaw finally squeaked when the ordeal was over. "Every cat feels fear every now and than," Birchpelt told her. "When you learn to overcome your fear, that is what makes you a true warrior."

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

You felt it the moment you touched her' the voice of his cat said in his head. Landon is a werecat. Trying to stay hidden as there are still hunter looking for them. Werewolfs came to the conclusion that werecats are a danger to there specie. Being able to move better and sometimes yield magic. Nevertheless it forced them into hiding and finding their mate almost impossible.

But none of them had the courage to ask as they watched him walk away with the children. “I smell disaster.” One warrior voiced his concerns. “Since when do cats and dogs get along?” asked another still looking in the direction JP disappeared to. “They don’t, it’s unheard of that cats and dogs get along. They always fight whenever they meet and now our beta is about to raise cats with dogs.” Said another warrior. “Maybe it is just a temporary thing.” The other one shook his head. “I don’t think so, look at beta Zande, he is a werebear, and no one thought he was going to survive living in a wolf pack. But look at him now, the man is more of a wolf than You and I. you only get to see that he i

“I want to end the war between us.” He paused mid-lift, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and a mocking glint flashed in them. “War?” I nodded, thinking this was meant to be progress. “Was there ever a war, Kitten? You would need to have your wolf to even be considered an opponent. And even then, you wouldn’t be worthy. You haven’t even had your wolf’s dawn yet, so don’t kid yourself into thinking I would ever see you as someone worth fighting.”

It certainly was leisurely. [Honestly, aside from lacking a tail, how is her lifestyle different from being a real cat?] [There's a huge difference. Cats don't have to study, but she does.] [Oh, right. Did she forget she's still a college student?] That comment jolted me upright. 'Oh, right. I have classes to go to!' My injury had long since healed. My back was smooth again, and the scar was barely visible. If I kept skipping classes, my credits would vanish.