Warriors Cat Meme Novels & Stories

I teased weakly. He scoffed. “I was already half dead from that gas.” “Excuses.” “If I wasn’t weak, I’d have broken that guy’s arm,” he muttered. I shook my head slightly. “ You're supposed to be an Alph…” “ I'm a beta,” he corrected, “ but that doesn't mean I'm weak,I'm from a strong pack.” There was a brief pause Then he said, “you didn't even put up a fight”” My chest tightened. “ I know .”

The Warriors’ Roar A cluster of young warriors celebrated openly, their voices echoing across the field. “Did you feel it?” one barked, chest swelling. “The bond! The strength of it! With her beside him, Troy cannot be beaten.” Their laughter and howls rang like a war-drum. They beat their fists against their chests, invigorated, ready to follow wherever Troy and Daisy led. The Skeptics’ Whisper But not all hearts rejoiced. In the shadow of the barracks, whispers slithered like venom. “So it’s true,” one wolf muttered bitterly. “He beds the Masked Alpha and now we’re supposed to believe she was our savior all along?”

It was true, we are all part human. “I am not asking you to be Superman or Batman or Ironman. I am not asking you to be Wonder Woman or Batwoman, or even Gamora. If you are in trouble, please, PLEASE, call for help! With everybody here and all the variety of skillsets, I have faith in us. Now who’s ready to show these fuckers who their fuckin with?!” I was answered by the loud cheers and howls from the warriors and I felt a smile pulling at my lips. “Alpha’s join your warriors.” I turned to them and said and they all shook my hand and headed to the front of each of their packs.

Yes, I make sure not to let anyone discourage another pack member. “How’s it going?” I look back to find a shirtless Miles with his arms cross in front of his chest. “ As you can see, it’s fuck fun-tastic” I snorted sarcastically. He shook his head and made his way to stand beside me. “Is it the Howard kid again” he said and I nod my head in return. “How did it go with the warriors?” I ask and Miles scrunch up his face. “Like you said, it’s damn fun.”

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

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?”

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.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

How could they have missed such a handsome man? The Warriors grumbled to themselves, “wasn’t he deemed unworthy of having a mate? What is this?” they all motioned to his marked shoulder. Adam’s fist coiled, his claws seeping into his palm. He was running out of lies, out of the deceptions he relied on all his life. He needed that memory powder.

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.