Warriors Cats Crowfeather Novels & Stories

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."

How could he face Unbound Mongoose now that the man’s friend whom he called a coward had saved his life? Unbound Mongoose was filled with pain at the thought of his friend’s death. Everyone saw Wandering Cheetah as a coward. But was his friend really a coward? Unbound Mongoose knew the answer even better than Blistering Cheetah. It had to do with a sequence of unfortunate events right before Wandering Cheetah was declared a Cheetah by the Oracle.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

Had she just imagined it? Maybe it was a shifter in wolf form. Holy crap, Jamie. Far-fetched much? Maybe she should stop reading the book. She closed the door with a deliberate motion and made sure to turn the lock. "Am I going crazy, Mischief?" The little cat, who had jumped down from the chair, just looked up at her and cocked its head. "Mew." "Yes. My words exactly. Come on, let's sit down again so I can drink some wine. I think this book is doing strange things to my mind."

Breakfast had turned into a gathering, long tables filled with wolves from different packs eating together, some in silence, others in murmured conversation. As I passed through, I caught fragments of talk. “…lost half their warriors…” “…the rogues came out of nowhere…” “…Alpha Kane said they’ll unite under one banner now…” I sat beside a group of warriors I didn’t recognize. One of them, a young wolf with pale eyes offered me bread and said, “Moonclaw’s really something, you all don’t panic easily.” I gave a faint smile. “We’ve had practice.” The older warrior beside him chuckled. “Ava, right? You’re the one who burned half a field stopping the rogues last month?”

The warriors clashed their heavy shields in a deafening thunder, and a massive wave of proud, primal wolf howls tore from the throats of thousands, echoing off the highest mountain peaks until the very earth shook. Braham stepped forward, taking the heavy golden crown from the cushion. His eyes were burning with an intense, fierce public devotion that made my breath hitch. He didn't look at the crowd; he looked only at me as he carefully, deliberately placed the crown upon my head, his fingers lingering against my hair for a fraction of a second.

He had even last the longest against Richard, though Richard had ultimately won. Richard wasn’t the Alpha of a pack, but he had the same strength and speed as one. I imagined he would have liked to join the tournament himself to prove it. But that would go against his plan. Sending his champion was a trade-off. After winning, Crow was to reveal himself as a rogue, showing the world that the rogues were stronger and better than any pack wolf. He wanted the pack members to be afraid, and would then use that fear as a tool to help with his war.

-humouredly back at him then he closed his eyes and sniffed loudly, 'Wait!' He shouted as they almost crested the ridge, 'Alpha King, you surprised me, I would not have believed you to be a Leader who put his mate and pup in danger.' Silence dropped around them like a shroud and every head turned to look at the proud young Alpha who was standing mouthed staring at Katya, in

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

The town of Limerick was small and I ported us right to the front gate leading to the Elder hall. The two warriors standing guard gaped open mouthed at us as we suddenly just appeared in front of them. “Alpha Damon Woods, Enforcer pack,” Damon announced himself, “Enforcer Griffin Woods and Enforcer Jett McDaniels.” “Who is your feline companion?” the second warrior asked as he eyed Kane. “This is my pet jag, he chews the couch whenever I leave him home alone,” I said and Kane glared at me.