Novel & Cerita Warrior Cats Prefixes

' 'True… I think you’re going to be the main attraction today. It kicks off again. Daxton steps forward, strips all the way down, and walks to the arena before shifting. Liam strips by his chair and shifts too — his wolf is massive, dark brown. Daxton’s is a light grey. Both are big and strong, classic ranked warrior builds. They circle, then launch at each other at the same time.

Adrian brings up the rear to encourage the slower warriors. Adrian- Tyson is still lagging. Titan- Ask him to join you and I before the locker room today. After the run Titan, Adrian, and Tyson meet in a small office. “I know Alpha, my wolf is just not fast,” Tyson nods. “Your wolf’s name is?” Titan asks. “Cross,” Tyson answers. “What is his explanation for his lack of speed?” Titan asks. “He says it’s not in our nature. But I’m a good warrior, one of your best in human form,” Tyson defends himself.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

Maddox puffed his chest and crossed his arms against it. “Show us you are worthy to become one of us, Catherine.” He said proudly, and I wanted to roll my eyes, but I kept my expression stoic as I met the warrior’s gaze in front of me. “Luna Catherine…” The warrior nodded his head and was about to position himself when I spoke, making him snap his head in my direction again. “My name is Catherine Montrell,” I emphasized my last name. “Call me, Lady Montrell, warrior.” He swallowed before a genuine smile tugged on his mouth, but it was gone in seconds. The fierceness in his eyes was gone as well, replaced by respect and fascination, giving me hope that he would not aim for the kill.

“You address me as Alpha.” “Thank you,” I said, glancing at him. Now was the moment of truth. There was a murmur from the warriors surrounding the werecats, and I looked to see a warrior edging his way in. He nervously glanced at the werecats as he scooted past them and jogged up the steps to whisper to Alpha Raymond.

His eyes each time swirled with an emotion I didn’t want to acknowledge, didn’t want to identify but it was always there, when he called me “little wolf.” “Little wolf,” the words fell out of my mouth. Scarlett whimpered, “now you get it, don’t you.” My head hit the pillow, and a heavy sigh escaped from my lips, “I guess being the ultimate warrior isn’t enough to make me truly happy and complete.” I glanced at the clock, 17:55 displayed in bright red.

Valeria’s POV Everything came back to me in a roar—the smell of sweat and blood, the howls of injured Shifters, the screech of metal against itself, or metal against stone. I looked around me frantically. The majority of our warriors were on the ground, clutching their heads, suffering under the werecat’s vision spell. They were nearly helpless. Screams and groans filled the air. An unfamiliar cry came from the woods across from us, and I spun around to see dozens of werecats running towards me at top speed, clearly coming to attack.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Felix growls, he must have linked a couple of warriors he trusted as four walk in, two grab the one standing from behind while the other two grab the one on the floor as Felix says, “They are pups. They are meant to have fun while still learning... You both are not worthy of being one of our warriors… I strip you of your rank… Take them to the cells… Make this known throughout the pack anyone that willing followed my father and the Beta will now be stripped of their ranking and placed in the cells to be court marshalled…”

"I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis." Cathal declared and held his sword in front of him ready to fight anybody who wished to attack him. Following his words, the four knights behind him too held their swords, their eyes sharp and on high alert. They gazed around the hall, counting the number of people who seemed to be ready to attack them.