Warrior Cats Kits Novels & Stories

The last Beta family to inhabit that wing of the pack house was mine. After my dad died, Alpha Kordell did away with the tradition of ranked members living under one roof and Alpha Kordell built out the warrior courtyard. The courtyard had a bunk house that housed 100 single warriors, 250 warrior cottages for mated warriors with smaller families, 5 cabins for warrior families comprised of 4–6 members, a private indoor gym, with an Olympic-sized pool, three hot tubs, six ice bath tanks, and every piece of workout equipment you could imagine. The warrior courtyard also had picnic tables, BBQ pits, and areas for pups to run off some steam. The warrior courtyard was like its own little mini city

“I can’t…” “We are the last line of defense Wolf Creek has, Blood Moon has our children, pregnant, young, and elderly safe. Blood Moon warriors are waiting to aid us, we are here to fight for our Alpha who has done nothing but fight and provide for us,” Kitty interrupts me, making me blush and nod my head glad that they already have a plan.

The specific quality of his attention that made you feel that what you had said was not moving through him on its way to somewhere else but arriving and staying. I stood up and went to the window. The territory was dark below. The torches along the outer wall made small yellow circles on the ground. Beyond the wall the forest was invisible, just a deeper darkness where the lights ended. Somewhere in that darkness, six days from now, an alliance of five packs was going to test whether Blood Moon's borders held. Austin had said, "they do not understand what they are fighting." He was right. They thought they were fighting a forbidden bond. An administrative inconvenience. An Alpha who had let

Ten was plenty of kits for anyone, though Hades suspected that Guru would be happy with several more large litters. Hades entered the main room, joining in the happy chaos of getting seven kits who were all learning to run on their chubby little legs dressed for their day out at the babysitters' house. The only one who was behaving himself was Willow, who wanted to go to the cottage in the Underworld every day. For some reason, the smallest of Doll's litter was happiest there. The three kits that Spitfire birthed about seven months after Doll's litter were all still sleeping, tired out from their visit to their uncles at the Mousetrap.

Now these we definitely need. I waddle over to the nappies and look at them; I stretch to reach when Titus reaches them for me and hands me the packet and I thank him as I read the back. Newborn size. Will these fit her? She is already big. I look at other sizes and instantly become confused. One warrior steps up beside me. “Alpha, these are the ones you will need for your pup.” I turn to him with wide eyes. “How do you know that?” I ask when Titus chuckles beside me.

I admit, hearing Kitty shriek, looking up to see Nikki picking her up and carrying her to the lounge near the fireplace. “Romulus and Remus,” Osric chuckles, shaking his head at our excited friends who talk to Benjamin and Ares. “I like that, but I’m pretty sure they’re girls,” I pick up both kittens to verify their genders. “Skoll and Hati, after the wolves of Ragnarök,” Jonathan suggests, peeling his eyes from Roan to look down at the sleepy kittens in my lap. I smile, looking over at our daughter to see she is smiling up at her dads who are giving her all the attention she wants.

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

I didn’t move a muscle as I looked from her to the big cat. I had met him earlier in the week and learned that he wasn’t like the other War cats. In fact, he didn’t have a handler, as he refused to submit to anyone but my father. That’s why he was made a War Cat of the castle, as he was very good at recognizing who was welcomed and who needed to be watched. That’s how Lucinda explained him to me before telling me his name.

That made a lot of sense to me, so I nodded my head in understanding. We left Reginald and Wren in charge of the pack while we were gone and left with three warriors that Killian trusted the most; Kit, Cyrus and Otis. Otis was an older man with gray hair and a beard but you could tell he was still able to fight just as well as any of the others. Kit looked to be about mine and Killian’s age. He was young and seemed a little inexperienced, almost innocent to our world. Cyrus looked to be about ten years older than me with salt and pepper hair and deep blue eyes. He was quiet and calculated, always watching and listening to everything. We rode our horses at a steady pace all day in mostly sile

We have to hurry. - Why don’t we fight – shouts a warrior? - There is no pack stronger than ours. 20 of our warriors can finish off these 100 guardians. - We are not interested in revealing Kat's existence to the Council for now. – Micky says, standing next to Kat. - If we kill the guardians, the council will know something is wrong. We need to bring together the packs that support Kat. We need a troop for the queen. – Alex says, standing next to Kat too.