Warrior Cats Longtail Novels & Stories

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

" Ace and Loki observed me, and when Loki lifted his hands to check, I swatted it away casually like a fly. I walked past them and turned when they wouldn't move. "We're gonna be late, let's go," I said, and we went for our first class. Muscat followed me, walking to my left. Every soldier we've passed moved out of the way after seeing Muscat. What Ace said is starting to make sense. Muscat isn't a Bengal cat, after all. To make matters worse, it's a black panther.

A warrior asked. "Yes he is, his face is menacing just like the other warriors said. " Another warrior spoke. Suddenly, Rioka looked at them with menacing look. They changed their gaze as their body starts to shiver. "Anyway, what's your name? " Rioka asked the lone warrior. "Tokiyo. " A small sound came out of the lone warrior's mouth. "Tokiyo huh, your rhyuk is so suppressed, to the point that I can't even sense it at all. You reminds me of someone." Rioka smiled at the sky.

I meowed again, beckoned again, and trotted down the hill away from the meeting room. “Either that’s a cat wearing a backpack, or someone drugged me,” Colin muttered, and set off after me. I might’ve laughed if I hadn’t been, well, a cat. As it was, I led him away into the woods, counting on his curiosity to keep him following. He was an alpha werewolf, and those assholes were always overconfident. He was ten times my size. Hell, even if I’d been shifted into human form, he would’ve been twice my size.

If I thought Skyler was impatient and impulsive, his wolf was ten times worse. “Mates come forward, put a paw on her, each of you,” the warlock said. We all did as we were told, all of us were desperate to touch her anyhow. Godfrey fell out of the sky suddenly and sat on one of the porch steps with his legs crossed, his cheeks looking a bit rosey. After another ten minutes or so the chanting finally ended and all three witches got off the ground. “You can all relax now, she’ll wake up on her own in a little bit. By the way, her wolf’s name is Violet,” Katrina said.

ASHTON I find myself staring fixedly at the closed front door, desperately hoping to see Lennox walking in. "No strays," Willow informs Kaleb, her words slightly slurred. "But I did adopt another cat yesterday. His name is Licorice. He's a four-year-old gray long-haired cat with blue eyes."

Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest. Lyra, perched atop a rocky outcrop, surveyed the scene with unwavering resolve. Her silver hair, usually a cascade of shimmering beauty, was now bound tightly in a practical braid, the silver glinting like a warrior’s crown. Beside her, her second-in-command, a grizzled ShadowClan veteran named Rhys, stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his curved blade. Their faces were grim, etched with the weight of the impending battle, but their eyes burned with a fierce determination.

I can imagine them surging into this company with infants and toddlers in their arms, claiming the CEO as theirs. Is this really the same CEO I served under? How so? “And that tail too. It seems securely attached.” He added. My tail. It was supposed to be hidden. But after leaping that high just to reach the door knob before he catches me, my jacket was pulled upward, revealing the tail. In result, he grabbed the tail instead of the jacket hem. It felt awful… “By the way, what happened to your appearance? Did you have a reverse time lapse? Instead of growing old faster, you grew younger?” he asked.

His smile was broad and sincere. I study him as he makes his way to me, another tall were-cat, who holds himself with pride and power. His eyes are the same yellow as mine, but his skin tone is lighter - a chocolate color. For his age, he was handsome, despite the wrinkles, and I imagined he was a looker in his prime. His hair was white and long, tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and he was wearing a pair of black slacks and a button-up white shirt.

Two hours later when I was paired with Stanley for patrol, I couldn’t help but tease him, “Wow, didn’t know I get to train with an elite, I must be special.” Stanley snorted, “don’t overthink Warrior Rochelle,” he winked. As we started our patrol I had to ask, “so, how long does it take to become an elite warrior?” His answer was simple, “if you have to ask, you’re not ready to know yet.” “That’s not an answer,” I stated with a bit of frustration in my voice. He didn’t turn his head to look at me, “about 3 years if you survive it, the final test is fighting the Alpha with your wolf and he doesn’t go easy on you when he does, he’ll leave his mark.”