Warrior Cats Memes / Funny Novels & Stories

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

I glance at Daniel, his green eyes staring at my bare legs for a moment before he quickly turns around. "A little warning next time Kat," he says with mock seriousness. "Oh, shut it Dan, you're always sneaking peaks at Kat's legs," Audrey jokes and we both giggle. He turns around, smirking at us, then winks and walks off. "I'm going to start the coffee." "But its Saturday!"

"I'm just waiting for my uniform." Really? Will I actually get my own? My eyes lit up. When I was little, I admired warriors in their uniforms. They always looked fearless... powerful... For one second, excitement bloomed inside me, then my gaze drifted down to my body. The excitement vanished. Unfortunately... it wasn't made for Empty Belly. My wolf immediately growled. ‘Stop calling yourself that, dumbass. You'll look amazing’ A laugh escaped before I could stop it. I covered my mouth. "She actually called me dumbass..."

He was a young man with dark brown hair and black eyes. “Ha-ha, very funny…” Cynthia replied. “Seriously, with the kind of strength you have, you should be out on the battlefield with us and not pushing mops all around the mansion,” another warrior wolf spoke, and everyone laughed again. “Yeah, I'm pretty sure she would have been useful during the abyss demon war... AS BAIT!!!" The warrior wolf, who spoke first, spoke again and burst into laughter.

Smirking, I gave each of them a meaningful smirk as I taunted, “A good warrior questions only what matters on the battlefield and not whispers in the wind like some gossip-addicted teenagers.” Triggered, they stood up, one asking, “What do you mean by that?” I took a bite from the barbeque stick and shook my head, thinking, “As a warrior, shouldn’t they be smarter than this?” I wanted to taunt them further, but I knew better than to act the role Glenda wanted me to be in. One of the warriors in the other group stood up and joined us. He was buff and had tattoos on his arm. He looked straight into me without hesitation or fear, his arrogance vividly reeking on his face.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

Between playful growls and nips, they muttered in hushed, excited tones. “You’re too slow!” one huffed, pinning his brother down with a triumphant wag of his tail. “Am not! You cheated!” the other grumbled, wriggling free and tackling back. A smaller cub watched from the side, ears twitching. “I bet I can take both of you.” The others paused, then burst into yipping laughter. “You? You’re barely bigger than a rabbit!” The small cub puffed up. “Size doesn’t matter! My father says the strongest warriors were small once.”

An Taotao took the meow, smiled and said, "Wow, it's a chrysanthemum cat. It's said that chrysanthemum cat can eat super,." The meow shouted in cooperation. Mr. King glanced at the milk meow in her arms, and his doubts and anger gradually dissipated. However, he still turned on his mobile phone and showed the message to an Taotao, "what do you think of this?" An Taotao glanced at the text message, only shocked on her face, but there was no guilt and fear. She blinked, and the whole person became angry again. "Ninth master, this is slander, very obvious slander."

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

The funny-looking– Andrew announced. My fists balled as his words echoed in my mind. Did he just say him? Lia has to compete with a male warrior? That’s insane! “Let’s welcome the famous warrior of the Dark Moon Pack, Warrior Jake!” Andrew announced, completely unbothered by the fact that he was calling their pack’s Gamma out against Lia. Jessica yelled from the warriors’ stands, limping on her good leg, while my fists tightened even more, “That’s not fair. That’s cheating!”