Romans & histoires Warriors Cats Clans

You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide. My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

“Because they give me the fucking creeps. The vacant stare, the drool… Nope. Not happening.” Thorne chuckled. “You’ve only met the ones who are past their usefulness. Wait until you meet a young Skin Writer. A woman full of vitality and beauty.” “Pft… not going to happen. I’d rather sandpaper my balls.” “Be careful what you wish for, little brother. You know the Horde has a terrible way of twisting it back on you.” ***** “No. Request denied. You can’t go after him.” “Bullshit I can’t. You just let Archon take one of our greatest warriors! His blood is on your hands!”

“Yes, the night queen is the one who owns the neutral territory of this county and all the warring clans in the area can not fight or cause any trouble in those off-limits areas.” “When you say clans, you mean like gangs?” I ask while my head is spinning from the off feeling I get when she is explaining. “Yes, you can consider them gangs but that is not what they are really more like in this are bikers and socialites.” “Well, now that makes more sense why couldn’t you just say that, I swear you act like you're speaking another language.“ I say while grabbing my phone and keys and wallet to head out.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

I guess it was a good thing true mates were rare in our pack, because it hurt less to lose a chosen mate. After the Iron Alpha had gone insane, Dad joined the Conservative Leader of the Allied Wolves, a group of the strongest Alphas that lead the conservative packs. They called themselves CLAW, which is a fucking crap name, but dad and the other assholes thought it was cool. One day I will be part of CLAW, and I’ll be responsible for making sure the packs in our territory are obeying the rules.

I snapped, not looking back. I made my way to meet with Ken, who was waiting for me with a serious expression. "It's time to meet the Night Warriors, Alpha," he said, leading me to the designated meeting point. As we arrived, I saw the group of warriors standing at attention, their faces set with determination. I took a moment to survey them, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for their dedication and loyalty to the pack. "Night Warriors," I began, my voice firm and commanding. "I commend you on your dedication and loyalty to our pack. Your bravery and skill will be crucial in the mission ahead. I expect nothing but the best from each and every one of you."

The Reptiles are great with sentry duty along the perimeter as they signal to the rest of the coming attack. We only had about a hundred fliers in the clan, even fewer wolves and reptiles. Twenty fliers are trackers and have already been inducted into the Warriors. They also fly messages back between the clans to coordinate attacks, and there are flier outposts for them if necessary. Of the Wolves, our smallest population. Most everyone serves as warriors at some point in their lives, like the Lions. Men or women, old and young, serve as warriors. Even retired wolves will ask for occasional patrol or sentry duty and scout missions. They are incredibly noble and loyal to the realm.

I can’t lose you know. We all sprint to the Proposal woods. I reduce my speed, and the pack does as well. Reaching the end of the cliff. We stare down. I let out a howl, and the pack follows. We see the Volatile pack staring at the mountains, looking straight at us. The Volatile pack howls as well to declare war. I see one of their pack members running towards their outlook tower. Triggering the siren, another pack has come to their land to warn the rest of the pack.

I said, wondering why I was telling him this. I hadn’t even told Ridge yet about a lot of things. Maybe I just figured he knew since really, he was there too. “My pack was pretty brutal. If I had to rank packs throughout history, it would be Blood Claw, Long Tooth and then Growling Thunder. That’s where I grew up. The Shadow Warriors stepped in and disbanded us about four years ago, the Alpha was getting to be too much like Gunner. People weren’t following him though, they were fleeing in large numbers in the last year and begging the council for help,” he said, looking sad.