Warrior Cats Template Novels & Stories

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

I said, looking at the next guy. "Come on," I said, calling him. He was holding one sword, which made me drop one of my sword, to fight with him. "Please note that your enemy will not be as lenient as me to reduce my weapon, the more for them, the advantage it is," I explained. "You should have let us use our wolf form," he complained. "And why would I?" I asked. "Because that's how we were trained, if I am using my wolf mood, I am more confident to win you," he replied.

There’s a brisk chill in the air as winter is drawing to a close, me and twelve other young women and men sit around the training area looking at all the fighting equipment there was an array of training mats, boxing gloves and wooden swords of all sizes. At the age of eighteen you were allowed to train to be a pack warrior and today is our first day of training for The Blue moon pack.

Ronin felt anxious earlier as he thought Catherine wasn't taking any action. However, now that he realized she had her approach. Thus, he was ready to support her fully. Nevertheless, Ronin continued to be infuriated by those people. He gritted his teeth and stared at his phone, saying, "Catherine, I'm going to create some online accounts right now. I want to engage in a fierce battle with these little keyboard warriors and show them who the real online warriors are!" Scott enthusiastically nodded and said, "Take me with you. I also want to curse those brats who insult our chief!"

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.

We stay like that for a good minute before he turns around to snarl at the trees. Between two oak trees, a pack of werecats yowls at us. Their bodies are entirely human except for the hair covering their skin and their faces of different cat species—some look like lions, while others resemble tigers or panthers. Their chests are bare, muscular, and hairy. But what they all have in common is the ready-to-kill expression. I brace myself, ready to summon flames. But unfortunately, they outnumber us. Victory seems hopeless, which is why I find it endearing that Blake appears unwilling to leave my side—he is standing so close I could touch him.

Domine tilts his head back and lets out a long, agonized scream that makes the entire temple tremble. #

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

“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—”

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on