Warrior Cats Mapleshade Novels & Stories

His voice trailed off as he could not even see the wound. "I know what happened to me," I said. "But I am still your heir, and I will lead this battle." The warriors looked at each other, then they all bowed their heads. "Yes, Alpha Heir." I turned to Valen. "Bring me the map of the territory. Now." He nodded and ran back inside. I looked around at the warriors. "Listen to me carefully. The Shadowfangs have crossed our border, so this is not a small attack. This is war. They want to destroy us. But we will not let them." I stopped, looking around to make sure each warrior heard what I said.

I dash around to the front of the Palace with inhuman speed, Down the gravel driveway, passing Tristan’s white leopard until I reach the fight that is taking place. I let out a realm-shattering roar when I see my kitten being held off the ground – Lord Lightfoot’s claws sinking into her delicate skin. The scent of Nightshade permeates the air and see our warriors falling. One after another. I spot Mason laid out on the floor, a gaping wound in his stomach and blood spilling from his mouth. Enraged by the sight before me, though not were-cat, the beast inside rears forward taking over. All I see is red. All I can think is kill.