Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Ashfur

The warriors stared. The sun was just starting to set and the light caught the fur of our wolves. Being precious metal wolves, our fur is different than normal wolves. It’s soft, like cotton, but looks like it’s a running river of the metal whenever we move or the wind catches it. Combine that with the lighting of a sunset and we looked like our wolves were on fire; mine golden and his orangey bronze. One by one each of the warriors showed their neck to us in submission. I bowed my head acknowledging the gesture. Scout stood proud behind us.

Ash looked out the window and started counting. "There are other rogues out there Madeline and you can't fight them all." I looked at him as I dropped and converted into Luna. His eyes softened at the white wolf and he let out an inhuman growl. Luna tilted her head and growled softly and Ash started stripping. His wolf is waking, she informed me and we sat on my haunches as Ash fell to the ground twisting and contorting into a stunning silver colored dire wolf with one lovely blue eye. Luna headed towards him and licked his muzzle and rubbed herself against his large body. Your wolf is stunning. What's his name? Ash looked around and bumped into Luna. He tells me his name is Firth. This is w

I fell to my knees beside him, brushing back his fur with shaking hands. "Dad," I whispered, voice thick. "I’ve got you. Just hold on." His wolf eyes met mine, filled with pain but also pride. "You did well, pup..." his voice rasped in my mind. "But it's not over." I looked around at the warriors gathering the wounded, at Louis limping toward me with his arm around Asher, both bruised and bloodied but alive. Aria was beside them, her face pale but determined as she helped a fallen warrior shift back to human form.

It was like they had eyes everywhere. I watched with awe as Alpha Asher appeared at the scene. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a pair of matching pants. The jacket was adorned with several silver buttons, and he had a silver chain around his neck. He looked as imposing as ever, and I could see the warriors all stiffening with respect at the sight of him. Asher began to order the warriors, dividing them into different groups. I watched intently, wondering what he was up to. I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying, but I could tell that it was something important.

I asked Catherine who was patting my back to calm me down but the rage my wolf was feeling was too hard to fight back. “The potion is too strong but you have to be strong and not let your wolf shift,” Asher warned me, looking at my nails warily. “His nails are turning blue which is a good sign.” I was so confused about what the fuck he was talking about and why I never heard about such a potion before. Our warriors were wounded in the wars but Asher didn’t use such medicine ever. “The herbs are working,” Catherine heaved a sigh, looking at me with a faint smile.

"When we first met, I thought he was one of the bravest cats in the forest… Then things changed when he became a warrior." Smokefrost's heart began to race a little faster when she pictured the dark-furred tom. Now she understood why he looked so familiar. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. They'd never spoken much to each other, but it always seemed as if he was glaring in her direction whenever they were alone or close by. "Well, I'm a warrior of ShadowClan now myself," she snapped. "I can see that," Frost narrowed her eyes dangerously. "And I'm warning you not to trust the Clan cats. All they ever do is cause heartbreak and hardship."

She seems to enjoy the game, purring at the thought of him nipping at her heels. Asher leaps, tackling me to the ground. We roll together in our wolf forms, the underbrush of the forest softening the tumble. For a moment, I’m worried my wolf might lash out, but he pins us beneath his massive frame before she can react. His red eyes gleam, glowing with raw power, and his fur is so dark it seems to swallow the light. He’s breathtaking, and I hate how my wolf practically melts under his gaze.

She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break. The injured rogue is back on his feet. He lunges towards Ash, but he never reaches her. Dom grabs hold of his hurt leg. His teeth fall into the already made holes. This time Dom doesn’t let up, turning the rogue’s bone to dust. Ash stands above the gray wolf. He doesn’t dare move. He knows those glowing green eyes are eager to kill him. This is our first-time watching Ash fight. I have to admit I’m equal parts impressed and terrified, just as I am with her human counterpart. My mate is something special. Dom nuzzles against Ash. For a split second, she leans into him before leaving just as fast as she ca

“Ronald is calling an army to come, so there’s surely going to be a battle here. I might not be able to stay conscious for long. I can feel the stiffness within my body. Cassandra, we need to get out of this place before the disease gets me.” Tears welled up in my eyes but I forced myself to remain strong. “I’ll take Finnick before I shift into my wolf form,” he said, and after I nodded, he reached out, stroked my shoulder, and then began to change. Asher’s wolf form was more intimidating than I remembered. His fur was a deep, rich black, and his gray eyes turned a brilliant silver. He was tall and strong and radiated power. All of the remaining soldiers moved backward once he was done shift

he mumbled, his eyes turning black, “yes, I hate.” “Then unleash that part of you they have never seen, lock up their parts in you and give them the one they have never experienced. Let them know that you are not as simple as you seem. Claim your destiny, my prince.” Catherine smiled. Asher screamed as black smoke started sipping out of his eyes and swirling around him. Black veins stretched from his hands to his neck and on his face. His eyes were black and hollow and his lips were chapped as his claws grew long, black, and sharp.