Warrior Cats Kits Novels & Stories

were in battle with a large number of cats. They must have planned an ambush thinking the wolves would be caught in the traps. I didn’t want to run into the middle of the fight because I didn’t want to distract my mate so I made my way around the edge of the fight picking off cats as I went and making sure not to hurt any of the warriors in the process. Being a dragon I was able to fight and keep an eye on my mate. You could say I was a true multitasker. My magic was very strong. My Alpha mate was a fighter like none I have ever seen. His wolf Maxim was lethal using his teeth and claws to rip the cats apart. I was proud to have such a strong mate. Even covered in blood he was magnificent. H

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

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.

She looks surprised but curious. “Oh? Do you guys have … kids? What … what are they,” she says cautiously. I grin like an idiot, happy as hell she was thinking about interspecies babies and how that all worked. “No, no cubs for us yet. These crazy ass kids are all my siblings. Our babies will be tigers though, it goes by the most dominant gene and technically I’m a human. But our cubs will be very special and have powers,” Katrina answers, looking pleased. I glance at Livia to gauge her reaction and she seems thoughtful. I tighten my grip on her hand.

"If Fenn is willing, I want him involved in whatever structure we build." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Kit is not Ironfang," Dorin said carefully. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Kit is whatever he decides to be," she said. "He was nine years old when a manufactured war's aftermath landed him in a combined pack camp. He has been navigating two packs' cultures simultaneously for three years and doing it with more clarity than most adult wolves manage." She looked at Dorin steadily. "He belongs to everyone who has chosen to show up for him. That's the only category that matters."

That led to the Alpha hating him, and Mathew found it hard to love the Alpha as well. He got an important job in the pack as the Warrior Chief, and the fact that the pack members eagerly voted for him to take the position almost drove Alpha Marcus to insanity. His paranoia grew, and there wasn't a day he didn't regret agreeing to keep Mathew in his pack, but he couldn't give him away because he had made the unbreakable promise. Even if he did try to give him away, the Alpha knew Mathew was not an ordinary wolf. He would just leave and hide somewhere else. Besides, having such a powerful wolf leading the warriors had it's benefits, so the Alpha allowed him to stay, tolerating his presence.

“What’s that sound?” “Who’s coming?” I stared in the same direction. Then my eyes widened. Thousands of warriors emerged from the distance. They marched forward in perfect formation, every single one dressed in identical black armor. The armor was sleek and heavily reinforced, covering their chests, shoulders, arms, and legs. The crest of the Silver Moon Pack was engraved across the center of every breastplate. Their weapons glinted as they advanced. My mouth fell open. Kael or rather, Cassian stood beside me with a calm smile.

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

The last warrior drops to the ground just as Jefferson and my warriors get to the small clearing. Morpheus shifts, and I face them. “We have 13 young pups here, both male and female. They need to be taken back to the packhouse, treated by the healer, and then fed.” “Yes, Alpha.”