Novel & Cerita Warrior Cats Oc Base

Dad rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting." A slow smile spread across his face. "With your father coming here, maybe he can help Darius develop some new strategies." Elena nodded. "That could work." She leaned back against me comfortably. "Our pack doesn't just have one warrior division. We have Warrior Group A, Warrior Group B, and Warrior Group C." Dad immediately looked interested. "Explain." "Group C is our beginner level. Group B is intermediate. Group A..." she smiled proudly, "...those warriors are terrifying."

“I saw you eat a rabbit on that eastern corridor.” Reaper to the east. Thank the Goddess. Now we just need to get eyes on Saint. I rub my eyes, feigning frustration, and send out a mindlink. “All units to base. Do not approach Council warriors.” “Is food all you two assholes think about?” I put my hands on my hips and snap at them. “We’re dealing with a serious situation.” “Sorry, Beta.” Marco shrugs. “You know Clash would rather have a short-tailed weasel. We couldn’t find any.”

In typical Jade fashion the reports are color coded, cross-referenced and she has included a flash drive to d******d all of it to my laptop. I notice right away that the more magical cats, “The Magi,” don’t mix often with the warrior groups. Sensing that this could hurt us as a pride I set out to remedy this. I partner up a warrior with a “Magi” and assign all to meet three times a week to brainstorm possible strategies. There are some new werecats that haven’t gotten too involved, that has to change as well. It would be all hands on deck for the foreseeable future. Everyone had something they could contribute. We are growing, but if we are to survive as a species, we are going to ne

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All of us wanted to destroy it and its leader. Pulling up to base, we unloaded our gear and parked the van in the garage out back. Our base was a warehouse building disguised as an elite gym. In the front was Domino’s Gym, owned by Chief. In the back of the warehouse, was all the government equipment we could ask for. To patrons, our team all worked at the gym. Badger was in charge of martial arts and kickboxing classes, while Buddha was in charge of weight training and yoga classes. Arrow and Chief ran self defense classes and helped oversee operations

Stormshadow growled. Birdpaw watched on in amazement as they maneuvered around the dog. The ThunderClan cats were actually working alongside RiverClan cats, keeping the dog confused and frustrated. Their claws landed pretty nasty looking marks along it's muzzle and legs. It tried snapping it's jaws around Acorntail, who squirmed out of the way and retaliated by leaving a deep wound on it's muzzle. The combined attack of every warrior was more than enough to scare the loud, obnoxious dog away.

Something I saw too much of, even before I spilled it with my own hands. The tapestry depicted a battle, wolves against cats. I thought I heard something where Black River was stolen from the werecats, and Blood Moon’s territories used to border the werecats until Black Moon stole land from them and claimed it as their own. With that kind of history, it wasn’t surprising that their descendants turned out to be as odious and entitled as they were. Ancient history, either way, and no way of telling what was actually true without being colored by hate and bias.

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."