روايات وقصص ضمن Warrior Cats Longtail

Cat o’ nine tails are used as a punishment for disobeying an order or discipline, these maggots don’t know a thing. “Why the cat?” I fearlessly asked. “Because we have one,” one of them replied. “Mindless creatures,” I muttered. They held me up and pour the bucket of water on me. The water is not just any water but – “Salt,” said one of them. “It goes well with the cat,” he sheepishly said and get the cat. “Get another bucket of saltwater, we need more.” The other werewolf nodded and left the cell with the bucket.

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.

She seemed to be a cat that was difficult to kill. The cat woman actually looked like a cat. She had a high nose, black eyes, and white skin. Her hair was long, black, and tied. She also had a long black tail. She was tall and also strong, as she was so hard she couldn't be dropped, no matter how much kicked she got.

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.

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.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

They did trust me upon the mention of that huge Green slant-eyed beast as Ryley himself saw it, but they narrowed their eyes when I mentioned a wild tall cat! After the Orc thingy, when I was walking that foolish mate of mine to her house, we were attacked by a 'Phantom wild cat'. It was larger than my own size with a big saucer like huge round dark red eyes that flickered. It was not your typical wild cat walking on four legs— but something that walked like a human, on two legs!!! I know that's unbelievable but awfully true. It was in fact of bright fluorescent green colour. Its claws were somewhat about four inches tall with dirty pointed dark red canines.

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.”