Warrior Cats Roleplay Games 소설 & 이야기

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

I could still tell from the corner of my eye they were pissed, but I ignored it and focused on my opponent in front of me. The rules were simple; Gamma Chris and Beta Tim had explained them to us yesterday. We had to use all the tactics in offence and defence we learned over the three years and pin down the opponent for ten seconds; the first one to do so would win. It seemed simple, but it wasn't so; our opponents were people who had already passed the warrior scholarship and were training to be part of the royal army, not to mention they were above eighteen, meaning they had their wolves, which made them ten times more stronger.

I muttered, rubbing the spot she had flicked, and walked towards the door. Priya face was filled with concern, “you are really burning up,” she said in a serious tone. “I’ll be fine, let’s go people watching,” I said, deflecting from the conversation. “more like Hades watching,” Priya snorted. The sound of swords and grunts could be heard from a distance. The chants and cheers accompanying it. Werewolves were creatures of nature, and drawing blood was a strong bedrock of our existence. Warrior practice was like a gladiator game, each warrior fighting to ascend higher in rank until they met their final challenge, fighting the alpha of the pack.

Page 432, paragraph 3 rule 304 ***Every pack will be allowed their Alpha, or their representative, their Beta, or their representative, and no more than 4 warriors compete. It doesn’t say that the Alpha or the representative HAS to be a man. Actually, nowhere in the rule book does it say that only men are allowed to compete. I write this all down on a sheet of paper, trying to disguise my horrible writing and make it somewhat legible, and slide it under her door. The second the paper stops sliding I can hear her walking towards the door. “What the fack is this?” Silence, but I can hear her footsteps retreating further into her room.

He then introduced a tall and skilled guard named Cipher, as well as a very strong warrior. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's sit back and enjoy the fight we've all been waiting for," Pablo declared. "Make some noise and show these brave warriors your support!" The game continued with Leo, Cyfer, and the warrior battling it out in the arena. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, cheering and shouting with every move. Leo was a formidable opponent, striking with lightning speed and precision. Cipher was quick and agile, dodging blows and delivering his own in rapid succession. The warrior was a hulking mass of muscle, using his strength to overpower his opponents.

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

Morea complained, "Hey, can you let the Alpha himself speak? Who are you to speak on her behalf?" Celeste spotted us amid the crowd and then said, "I've got a game for us. It's not just a fun game, but rather a way to ignite our passion to defeat those fuckers and also to prove our worth as warriors to the Alpha'. The winner will be rewarded by Alpha Carlo Donovan as the best warrior of the pack this year." "What's the game?" "What's on our to-do list?" The crowd went wild at Celeste's announcement. My heart skipped a beat, yet I listened carefully.

” he shouted as he raised his sword and pointed it at Rick “NOW LEAVE OR FUCKING FIGHT” “We’re not going anywhere, you weak piece of shit, not until everyone of you IS DEAD!" Rick seethed. Layton raised his sword in the air “WARRIORS, ALPHAS PREPARE YOUR WEAPONS!” everyone raised their weapons, swords, axe’s, some started to shift into their wolf form. “WE WILL SOAK THE GROUND WITH THEIR TREACHEROUS BLOOD” “RRRRAAAAAARRR” Everyone including the Alpha’s roared in anger and readiness. I could hear the wolves behind me growling, panting, snarling, wanting to fight, wanting to tear them apart.

“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.

They moved as one, their weapons a symphony of steel against fur, each blow struck with the force of unyielding determination. As the moon reached its zenith, casting an ethereal glow upon the battleground, the tide of the battle shifted. Prince Edon, fueled by a mixture of valor and the weight of his kingdom's expectations, found a moment of opportunity. With a mighty swing of his sword, he struck true, piercing the snow werecat's flank.