Warriors Cats Deaths Novels & Stories

They had just been attacked by rogues for the third time that week. “Levi you must never shift and never find your mate.” Her mother coughed, blood starting to pool out of her mouth. “Shh, don't talk. It’s going to be ok.” Levi said as she continued to hold pressure on the stomach wound. “Levi. If you find your mate the world is over as we know it. You need too..” It was the last thing she said before her eyes glossed over and the slow wheezing death rattle escaped her mothers mouth.

His beta responded. “What about them? Spill it.” Alpha Asher demanded as he sat down on his swivel chair and opened a document and started going through it. “The pack warriors went to war with their Alpha, and the Alpha died in the battle.” His beta responded with a solemn expression. “Are you sure of what you are saying?” Alpha Asher asked with a shock expression because frankly, he wasn't expecting this to be the news. Like, whom will ever expect this? “Yes.” Nico responded.

I asked, my voice low and controlled. The worrior's body trembled slightly, his head remaining bowed as though he feared what might come next. "Doctor Andrew just announced the news to the council of elders and the warriors in Alpha Damian's territory," he replied sadly. "So far, the entire pack is in mourning. Mourning their Beta, their Alpha, and their Luna, who have reportedly gone without a trace." I shook my head, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular as my jaw clenched. "What do they believe happened?"

"Don't be reckless. They might not even find us. If you run out there, you die. It's the apocalypse—we play it safe. We have to." The system had awakened them. They could understand me. They could follow commands. Didn't matter. The two cats locked eyes—then blasted off me like cannonballs. "Don't!" I'd raised them myself. I couldn't watch them get ripped apart. Clutching Snowy, I hit the floor, covered my ears, squeezed my eyes shut. They were just two cats. There shouldn't have been that much noise.

Gilliam hypothesized. “How do you know it’s not from an enemy empire.” “These attacks seem more personal than war-scale. If it was from the Disciples, or Olympus, or especially the Senses, we’d definitely be feeling more than just two deaths from our ex-operatives,” he explained. GD was in confusion with twitter twatter of eternally incoherent names. “Disciples? Olympus? Senses? What?” he had to audibly utter his dubiety. Pierre also didn’t answer so he had more time to piece those together. But aside from an entire life-worth of shiritori and one “Hearing Zeus the Beloved” title of a book later, the Baron was also not expressing any comments to that statement.

“I guess you were right, father. Sara was really going to do all it takes to set you free even if it meant committing treason.” I said, dumbfounded. “Yes, but what is all this about?” Father asked. There were over a hundred Moon Pack wolves there. But all of them were dead. They have been hacked down and brutally killed. I saw Grisha bleeding and dying. I left after alone and rushed to him.

They were upset from seeing their parents leave suddenly, and when they overheard the others saying that they were going to war, many of them began to cry. My story seemed to help, but since I only ever heard it once, overhearing an elder reciting it to Chris and Misty while I was doing chores, I had to fill in the blanks for most of it. And since the pups needed a fun distraction, the filled in bits just naturally came out silly. “How many Warriors are left,” I asked nervously. “Five,” Duncan reported, still bouncing around excitedly, but his face sobered quickly when he saw the worry in my face. “Why, what’s wrong?”

"The antidote deaths. Three warriors confirmed dead now, not critical — dead, as of this morning, and the Council's moved from inquiry to formal charges. He's in custody as of an hour ago." The clearing had gone almost entirely silent now, both packs' Councils absorbing the news in real time, and I stood there in my mother's grey and Dominic's grandmother's ring, feeling the strange, disorienting collision of two enormous things happening at once — a promise just made, witnessed by everyone who mattered, and the final collapse of the life that promise was replacing, arriving in the very same breath.

The next morning, before the ritual began, a messenger from the Elder Hall delivered something — I'd had it sent through a Moon Shadow courier. Kael opened it. Inside was a formal document bearing the Moon Shadow Elder's seal: Ash's death certificate. Cause of death — failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion within the full moon cycle, resulting in complete wolf disintegration. "Failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion." Those words seared into Kael's eyes like a brand. Attached was a line in my handwriting: "Ash was laid to rest three days ago. No need to come. The mate bond is broken."

All three hundred warriors that came here with Cornelia, both wolves and humans, are dead, burned to ashes. It’s like they died the same way Cornelia did. But that’s not important anymore. What matters is that it’s all over. The threat is gone. The war is over after just one short battle. It’s time to deal with the aftermath.