Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Brambleclaw

Okay, I have to play this right, they were warriors, massive and expert. They came from the opposite side—half-wolves, half-mercs, growling and stinking of wolfsbane and dark serum. “Oh great,” I snarled. “Party’s full!” That’s when Barbie decided to show off.

I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a large and powerful light yellow with darker brown spots panther. A fury of teeth and claws accompanied by growls and hisses filled the stadium air as the two werecats fought. The bloodiest battle there had been all day. I held my breath until finally, Mason’s cat had the warrior pinned on the ground. With his claws sunk deep into his side and the warrior lay still in a position of submission. The whistle blew indicating the match had ended. I ran up to him, grabbing a towel as I did and assessing his injuries. “Shit are you ok?” I asked while my hand automatically came up placing the towel over the bleeding claw marks left behind on his

Tricia shrieked,she tried to shift, her bones beginning to pop, but she was too slow and weak. I had turned on her, my vision a pulsing red. I didn’t see a sister. I saw a parasite. I turned swiftly towards Tricia who was stuck in shock staring at her mother struggling to breathe on spilt blood. I felt no pity. I immediately lunged at Tricia, swiping my claws across her chest, opening her from collarbone to hip, before plunging my claws into her chest. She tried to fight me off but I was too endowed with rage to allow her win this time.

The hair on my body stood on end, and I growled in its direction. “Who are you? Show yourself.” Not a single attempt was made to reveal their identity, and just as I was about to invade their hiding spot, A tall, lean man emerged from the bushes and glared at me with hatred bleeding from his eyes. “You're good. Most people wouldn't know I was there till it's too late. It's no wonder they call you the queen of war...” My heart rate spiked when I felt more enemies surrounding me, and a low growl left my lips as a creepy smirk appeared on his.

“Little leaf.” Bramble stopped. His ears lowered. “Come here.” Bramble trembled. Mason could barely breathe. The false Ronan opened his arms. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” Bramble’s eyes filled. “You can come home.” For one terrible second, Mason thought Bramble might move. Then a tiny gray blur shot past his boot. “Mrrrp!” Cricket launched herself directly at Ronan’s face. “CRICKET!” The kitten hit the creature with all four paws.

The warrior lunges at me, but I sidestep with ease, my movements fluid and confident. He tries again, a flurry of claws and fangs, but it’s like fighting a shadow. I dodge each attack, my reflexes honed to perfection. With a quick swipe of my paw, I knock him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. A chorus of awe ripples around my pack warriors, their eyes fixed on me, their alpha, with reverence.

The war between White Clan Wolf's and Black Clan Wolf's are continue from two hundred year's. No one actually knows when it's start, it's like they start hating eachother beacuse of their wolf colour. Alexander Branson is a king of Black Wolf clan, he try to protect his people's to all bad things and punished them when ther are wrong. He want to end this war, but he don't know how? He is still single because he didn't find someone who is take the position of Donna in his clan.

Trust Izzy and Reese to not use sense and slow down enough for the other warriors to keep up. Does she have the cat with her? Caleb asked. Yes, came the answer back. I could see Ren visibly relax and I understood that. The cat was amazing. I had watched it bite a rogue in half and play with it. I needed to remember to never get on its bad side. It doted on Izzy and I knew it wouldn’t let anything hurt her. I shifted and a second later Caleb joined me, tossing me a pair of athletic shorts that he got from a box near us. I caught the shorts in my hand and put them on as another wail came from Lucy.

He lifted his hand in signal, and the other warriors closed in. Snarling, Kat unsheathed her claws and launched herself at the nearest one, lashing out in a blur of fury. She felt her claws connect, ripping through flesh, and the cry of pain from her opponent was satisfying. Whirling, she struck again, then gasped as she was caught from behind, powerful arms wrapping around her to yank her away. She thrashed wildly, but she was outnumbered, and within moments she found herself forced down, her arms wrenched behind her back. Rope was wound around her wrists, the coarse fibers biting into her skin. "Luna!" she heard one of her packmates yell. She turned her head to see three of them also on th

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he gave me a kick to my legs and swept me off my feet. "You twat!" I cussed as I landed on the dusty floor, with dust flying over. I didn't relax, I stood up swiftly and jumped toward him. My right hand shifted half-way and my fingers changed into claws while my hand was filled with white fur. In the next second, I clawed at Roman's face, creating bloody gashes all over his face. "You shouldn't have done that." He said, and immediately he caught hold of my furry hand and he twisted it.