Warriors Cats Crowfeather Novels & Stories

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Camilla had no idea about the three wolves who had followed her in my previous life. The omega, Cael Ardent. The low-tier healer, Lorian Crest. And the blind priest, Zephyr Noct. They might have been weak, but when enemy packs attacked, they had stood in front of her without hesitation. Even as their throats were torn open, they never retreated. That kind of loyalty and willingness to die for a mate was the true priceless treasure in this lawless world. As for the three Alpha King's heirs she had stolen from me? In my past life, they were gentle partners during the day, but at night, they devised all kinds of twisted, perverse ways to torment me.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

We all began laughing as he tried to prove his point only to be outshined by the Beta, who decided to flex his own. "You're such a show-off Sam." The Third in Command huffed, his ego now deflated. Sam chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not my problem that you've got arms like string cheese." Nobody could help the laughter that escaped our mouths as I smiled at Luara. "It's just muscle." I informed her, after finding my composure. The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Sam with Torey telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars.

Because Alexander was now with his mate, my dad gave him the crown. My younger brother managed the Warriors when he was still a high school student. Even though Ares did not realize he was in pain, he still tried to cope with the pain by sleeping with a lot of she-wolves. What I wish for is that he would heed my advice. Once the pack had been rebuilt and the security systems were in place. I had my grandmother and my grand aunt watch the children for a week, as I and Nicolas needed a break from it all. This year we had was exhausting, and we went to this little human city. It was in the middle of nowhere and the people were so nice.

Counted the mates I knew and then counted them again. Seven. It clicked as we started ascending the stairs. Clicked when I noticed the black and white wolf ripping guards apart. Their teeth gleamed in the afternoon light. Eyes bright as blood spilled all around them. There were two other wolves with them as well. From their colors, I knew this to be Amadeus and Lysander. My squirming intensified. I beat his back so badly that Priamos now grunted with every blow. "Put me down! I am not a child to be carried!" I screamed a final time. Alastair rushed to my side when we made it all the way out. Not even covered by the palace's shadow in the distance.

Celt Hawkridge stands leaning against the cold stone archway. He is massive, six-foot-four of pure, lethal muscle, his broad chest half-bare beneath his fur-lined war cloak, fresh battle scars tracing down his bronze skin. His golden wolf-eyes glow brightly in the dim light of the corridor, his gaze tracking my heavy, confident steps as I approach. "First place," Celt growls, his voice a gravelly, low rumble that vibrates through the stone floorboards beneath my boots. "You made those grey-furred old fools choke on their own spit."

The meat of the patterned giant-horned antelope retained its unique flavor, complemented by a special sauce, and with every bite, the fragrance lingered in his mouth, bringing immense satisfaction. Logo had always suspected that Catherine often came over for more than just socializing with Xis. The head maid's exquisite cooking was certainly another significant factor. As they were indulging in the delicious meal, time passed in a serene atmosphere, until a plump cat appeared. It was a cloud-white feline with indigo stripes, its body swaying with a visible pouch as it walked leisurely into the dining room, unopposed. Krasu! Logo’s knight companion, a rare and noble cloud thunder tiger from t

Not blindly. Warriors closed from the sides, cutting off the clean retreat the attackers had expected. One enemy wolf tried to leap over a fallen log and was dragged down by two Edgewater fighters before he cleared it. Another darted toward the streambed, only for a hidden scout to burst from cover and slam into him mid-stride. The ridge erupted into a mess of teeth, blood, and snarls. Adam pushed forward despite the wound in his shoulder. Matthew caught his path and blocked him for half a second. “You’re bleeding.”

He replied, and my brows immediately furrowed, “That is the weirdest name I’ve ever heard, what does it mean? It sounds more like something a cat vomited up in a furball,” and Rafe just raised a brow at me, “It means warrior actually,” scoffing he just shook my head, “Well I like the creations way more than Hrooar, seriously whoever came up with calling you all that should be shot,” and that’s when he burst into laughter, “I actually think he was shot,” “Well good, no wonder you’re kind walk around all pissed off with life all the time, if I was called Hrooar I would definitely be pissed off too,” I said now laughing with him.