Warrior Cats Make Your Own Cat の小説・ストーリー

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.

“You’re on edge? I was just tackled and held down by a zoo’s worth of cats. If anyone’s got an excuse to be on edge, it’s me.” “Here,” the tiger shoved his way through the crowd. “Look, I’m going to make this simple. The cats are at war. Half follow Tera, half follow me. We need to bring you to our part of the city so that Tera’s people will abandon her in favor of us. We want peace—they want to keep fighting. “I don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, Tiger.” My fists clenched, preparing for the fight. “Go f—”

At this point, I don't know what shakes him more- the possibilities or the woman. "Wow, you sound like a ten-year-old Luka. Way to bring up the bad memories, brother," I say, slumping back in the seat. Honestly, I don't think the cats would come here. No matter how much I'd like to meet the pack leader, there's no way I'm giving him the honour and calling him an Alpha; I still doubt those kittens have balls big enough for war. Claws, yes, they have those, but so do we.

"You could be very dangerous." "That's what Alba said. I don't want to be dangerous, but I don't want cats coming here and hurting anyone either. It seems I've adopted you as my family and I'll do whatever I can to protect you. If my mind can do that, then I'll use it." "I'm surrounded by warrior women. I thought Alba was bad. With the two of you, the other clans will be in trouble." "Explain clans to me. You are pack. The cats are pride. Where does clan come from?"

He couldn't let the pack, especially her family, abandon her because all she cared about was their safety. "However, because we were friends back then, I have a proposal for her," Althaia added. "And what is that?" Marcus frowned. "I can appoint her as the new trainer for our werewolf children. I thought it would be sufficient if we made them aware of the reality between us and humanity as young as possible so that when they grow up, they can be effective defenders of our race against humans." Marcus smiled as if he was mocking Althaia. Althaia's face immediately darkened as a result of what he had done.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Scratching and probably drawing blood. There's my wildcat. ******************************************

Immediately, the four cats felt a strong energy entering their bodies, and they gratefully meowed before sitting down to start their training. In Winston's room, there were only these four cats. All the cats working for the Cat Clan were only those four, as they only performed simple tasks such as making beds or tracking targets. The Cat Clan not only fed them but also transmitted Winston's energy to them for training, benefiting both parties.

“Each time I failed to control the Cat’s Wolf, it turned wild. And she’d fight—again and again—just to protect herself. Until one day she stopped fighting to survive and started fighting to master it.” A faint smile ghosts across her lips, brief as the wind. “By the time I had full control, she’d become a warrior in her own right. Sometimes I’d let the Cats come at her during practice, and she’d fend them off with nothing but instinct. There came a time when I didn’t even need to rise to train—I’d just sit and watch as the Cats lunged, and she’d beat them senseless.” A sharp, bitter chuckle escapes her throat.

Now I know where. Warrior’s are usually the offspring of high ranking creatures. The firstborn always follow their parents, and the rest become warriors to feel useful. Especially for women, if they don’t find their mate when they’re of age, they’re considered disgraceful. “It was her choice,” he answers. I can see he’s telling the truth. I don’t think she has a mate, so becoming a warrior is her only option if she doesn’t want to be looked down upon as a failure.