Warrior Cats Outcast Novels & Stories

Lyla collapsed, her face ashen. "You dared deceive me!" Lukas was consumed by rage. He kicked her aside. "You made me believe I would have a pureblood heir!" "Lukas, please..." Lyla crawled toward him, trying to grab his leg. "I love you... I just wanted a child..." "Love?" Lukas shoved her away in disgust. "What would a filthy creature like you know of love?" He turned to the crowd and announced in a voice of cold fury: "From this moment on, this... thing... is no longer my mate! She is an outcast! A rogue! I'm sending her to the orc mines to live out the rest of her filthy existence!"

Thick and metallic, coating the cool night air. Shouts echoed from the woods beyond the training grounds, and I saw movement-wolves, shifting between their human and beast forms, their eyes glowing in the dark. I swallowed hard. Bloodmoon had its dangers, sure. Rogues occasionally tested the borders. But this? This wasn't normal. I crept forward, my hands gripping the bat tighter. That's when I saw him. A warrior. One of Ronan's father's men. He was slumped against a tree, his chest heaving, claw marks raking across his torso. His breaths were ragged, shallow. Blood pooled beneath him.

“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—”

Draven took a deep breath, then spoke. “With the power vested in me as the oldest son of the Vancouley bloodline, the Alpha and protector of Vancouley pack. I hereby banish you, Cat Bamford. From today, you are nameless and packless. You have an hour to leave Vancouley hills.” The moment he was done, he didn’t wait to look at anyone. Not even Cat. He stormed out of the room. Veronica stepped closer and leaned in.

Leo smiled placing a kiss on my lips, his words sweet as I rested my forehead on his. “The Outcast Claimed by the King.” I smiled looking that very King in the eyes, after twenty years of searching… I’d found my place. ~The End~

are orders,” she replied, casually shrugging in her black leathers, her red braids tied up tight. Her eyes never stopped scanning the perimeter. “Tristan just wants you both safe.” I exhaled sharply. “I know. I do. But I can't even take a piss without someone outside the stall.” Lila smirked. “Sounds like a you problem.” Kate’s laughter rang through the courtyard ahead of us—carefree, bright. She was running in loops with her arms stretched wide like she was flying. Lila jogged ahead and scooped her up in a spin, making Kate squeal with delight. It was a perfect moment. And then it shattered. A howl tore through the air. A warning. Lila dropped into a crouch instantly, clutc

"We heard about the outcasts near your border." Morgan sank into the chair, his expression grim. "They have been Outcast lurking for weeks. Two days ago, one of them tried to snatch a pup. We caught him before he got far, but..." He trailed off, his jaw tight. Daxon leaned forward, all business now. "We will send warriors to reinforce your patrols. We can not let this escalate." Relief flashed across Morgan's face. "Thank you. And congratulations on finding your Mate. That is a rare blessing."

For what it's worth, I hid behind the stranger's back, at least he was soft with the woman, with his meal presumably more than Nicholas. "Rydar, I'm your new owner starting from today, cat eye." His chest rose and fell behind his sweat-stained shirt, from his swell to the muscles and down to every build. He's strong, if not the strongest. "Are you a warrior?" "You will find out soon, cat eye."

Farrah, the eldest of them all and the one member of the council that I think is a bit reasonable asked. "As we are informed and like how you ordered, Northridge Alpha and Mountain Peak Alpha agreed on fighting a war against the rebel group called Outcast." "And what happened?" Vin, the second oldest of the five and the one member of the council that is my least favorite. "Alpha Travis led his pack in invading the Outcasts hideout a day before the war." "And?" Vin pressed while his fingers were under his chin. "And they were ambushed on their way there. Alpha Travis informed me that there is a traitor from his pack and tipped their plan to the rebel group. Because of this, half of the soldie

"When we first met, I thought he was one of the bravest cats in the forest… Then things changed when he became a warrior." Smokefrost's heart began to race a little faster when she pictured the dark-furred tom. Now she understood why he looked so familiar. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. They'd never spoken much to each other, but it always seemed as if he was glaring in her direction whenever they were alone or close by. "Well, I'm a warrior of ShadowClan now myself," she snapped. "I can see that," Frost narrowed her eyes dangerously. "And I'm warning you not to trust the Clan cats. All they ever do is cause heartbreak and hardship."