Warrior Cats Kits Novels & Stories

“We’re all equals here.” “We’re one big family,” she added warmly. “Says the wolf barking orders at omegas for half an hour the other day,” Lucas retorted. “Well, what do you expect me to do when our pack leaders haven't put enough effort to find their mates? There’s no Luna, not even a Beta female around—so guess who’s stuck picking up the slack?” Kate fired back. I liked Kate at Lucas who shrugged while others chuckled again. I liked Kate's attitude, I probably could make friends with her.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

"Look what we have here. Poaching our omegas again, Kat?" Kat bared her teeth, her hackles raising instinctively. "They are not your omegas. We take what we want from these lands." The warrior chuckled darkly. "Not anymore. Your pack has gotten greedy, and now you'll pay the price." He lifted his hand in signal, and the other warriors closed in.

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”

The cuffs my little are in do have reinforcement, but they’re covered with faux fur that won’t hurt her skin. Heather is on the thinner side, with fewer curves than I like, but plays the part well and is comfortable enough to mouth off to me. Even if I’m in a harder mood than usual, I still have to reign it in. I chose Heather because she’s as much maso as she is rope bunny, and I trust her to safe word out rather than be intimidated or take on more than she can handle. I doubt anyone would let me touch them if they ever saw my true colors.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

What could I have done that would raise such doubt? "What is your problem with me?" Adrian warned me that the werewolves would be rough with me, but even he believed that I'd receive a warm welcome, not this chilly, humiliating reception. Tyler trembles with intensity, and I prepare myself. At his age, he should be able to restrain his wolf and not transform based on petty factors, but some never gain that control. Yet, his voice remains calm and serene. "A lot of girls attempted to trick us, trying to pass as the missing Warrior for the money, the title."

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

I cower thinking of the one-time Max put her on his bike and took a picture of her, it lasted five seconds but apparently Rory had someone watching us for a long time. "Mr. Mahoney, I'm sure the picture looks bad, but the Nightmare Warriors are friends of mine. They are no part at all, a danger to my child. She loves them, they are like a bunch of uncles." I don't mention the relationship I have with their Road Captain, figured that small bit of information would be best left out.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Warrior Scholarship Try-Outs Kiara, at the age of twelve Kiara POV: I took deep breaths as I waited in the tent for the contestants. It was the day of the trials for the warrior scholarship, and to say I was pooping bricks was an understatement: I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than to do good in this and be one of the thirteen students. The competition was tough; out of the thirteen seats, only two were given to she-wolves, and the rest were males. Rex, JJ and four more boys had already been awarded the scholarship; therefore, the rest of the spots were determined on your results of the trials. I was a fact and numbers person, but I wasn't sure about fighting.