Warriors Cat Meme Novels & Stories

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

“Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.” “For one they live longer and are bigger than average which is why you think Leo is part lion, but he isn’t. In fact, his parents are mostly cougar with lion on his mother side, but that is generations ago. After the first crossbreed thousands ago, most War cats are breed within.” My father paused as looked at me. I had questions and I think he was listening to them, as he picked back up.

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

“I mean it’s not your pet, right?” She stared at him, unsure how he could be cracking jokes in the face of this murder kittten. But all she could do was shake her head. Nope. Not her pet. “Good. Don’t want it getting awkward when I vanquish him.” He said, the corners of his lips wrinkling with amusement. Its glowing eyes narrowed. Turning to the warrior, it lunged toward him. Claws scraped leather. The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision.

"Meow?" The little cute cat woke up from the dream and turned her head to look at the young warrior with great dissatisfaction. "Meow... meow!" "A bunch of rubbish, get out before I change my mind!" Ding Hao's tone became strong and she sneered without looking back.

com _________________________________________________________________________ Hey Hailstorm Glad things are going well and that you’re off already for summer break. Some of the other warriors have joined us by now and they’re teaching the newbies a thing or two. Thought the old warriors are still a bit reluctant to work with Mason. Temperamental is an understatement. Really could use Lacy to just defuse the bomb or something.

I let out a sigh of relief; it was just a joke. My mate is known for being a notorious Alpha, feared and respected by many. He's a natural leader, and his presence commands attention. So, those warriors who didn't know him were feeling uncomfortable around him, and after his joke, I saw the relief on the faces of some of the warriors. They realized that Logan was not just a ruthless warrior but also a fun-loving person who could make jokes and laugh with his pack. But I knew that Logan's words had a deeper meaning. His stepmom was a cruel woman who had mistreated him and his siblings when they were young.

The confident warrior then laugh as he continue to kick the lone one's back. Suddenly, a brave warrior stepped out to stop the chaos. "Stop that! Just because your rank is higher than him means your more superior. Remember, the number on your body doesn't represent who you are. Even if you have the highest number carved on your face, if your an idiot, you're still an idiot. Now leave. " The brave warrior spoke with a menacing look. The crowd of warriors muttered as this brave warrior stepped out. "Isn't that Rioka, rank 2? " A warrior asked.

“Mamma, why doesn’t Miss Marion’s daughter wear a patch?” My eyes snap open, looking for the child whose voice was clear enough to be in this pool with me, but I’m still alone. That must have been from someone up on the hill. I slowly relax against the edge of the pool, deciding not to try that again for now, even though I’d like an answer to the same question. All the other Sun Warriors have matching patches of a bow and arrow against a sun sewn onto their jackets. Like the one Owen and I accidentally found in the secret tunnel.