Warriors Cats Deaths Novels & Stories

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.

Rollings sighed, falling into his leather chair in defeat. Beta Leo froze. The numbers weren’t good, but as Beta, you were expected to be the bearer of the good and the bad news. “We have fifty-two warriors confirmed deceased. Their bodies were found, and after autopsy, confirmed identities. Their heads are still missing. We have another thirty-seven warriors still unaccounted for and reported missing from their patrol rotations. We have sent out search parties, but Alpha has not been recovered as of yet.” “Are they tied to the attack? Has that been confirmed yet?” Rollings rubbed his exhausted face and sighed. This was becoming too much; he needed to find a way out of the mess that had been

"That is all." "WindClan has suffered a great tragedy," Icestar began after Petalstar stepped back. "Larksong was killed in the heat of battle because of ShadowClan, and her only kit, Sprucepaw, has also died in battle-" Icestar was cut off by a yowl of outrage from Russetstar. "You are the one who killed that queen!" he shouted, causing more than one cat to gasp in shock. "And Sprucepaw was never killed, she was warning us of your treachery. And you banished her for doing so!"

The other alphas and Lunas would talk about this, and rumors would spread that the new Luna of Crescent Moon Pack was wild and untamed. I wasn’t sure what to do. Everyone stared wide-eyed as the she-wolves continued to growl and snap their jaws. Thankfully, I didn’t have to do anything because a warrior came rushing in, a frantic look on his face. “Your Highness,” he said, bowing and side-eying the two she-wolves with confusion. “I’m sorry to interrupt your...this...” “What is it?” I snapped. “I’ve just received word,” the warrior said, straightening himself up. “The Alpha King has died.”

In the Warriors’ Wing, veteran warriors stood in small groups polishing weapons, their voices low but intense: “It is about time,” one muttered. “Garrett nearly tore our ranks apart.” Another nodded gravely. "Death would have been too honorable for them. There is no punishment that would have done more justice than the one the alpha has already done." “He cost us good wolves. Good families. At least now justice has been done.” "We will no longer panic whenever we sense their presence or when we are being summoned by them." A young fighter leaned in, eyes wide. “So Vanessa’s locked in Ironwood Tower? All by herself?”

I tilted my face up to ask Carson and he nodded in reply. "Are any of our warriors dead? " I asked again and he nodded in denial. "I like it when you say our." Carson said as the corner of his mouth quirked up in the shadow of a smile. "No, none of them are dead, there are just a few injured but we already had the doctor come in to tend to their injuries. I would not just let my warriors die in vain." He replied. "I was just worried, It seems meaningless for them to give up their lives just to capture him." I said.

a deep, aching loss that made my own suffering look small. He had known these wolves their whole lives. Watched them grow up. Celebrated their matings. Mourned their losses. "Today we say goodbye to thirty-eight of our own," he said, his voice carrying across the clearing like thunder. "Warriors and healers. Mothers and fathers. Friends and mates. They died protecting this Pack. Protecting our Luna. Protecting our future." He lit the pyre. Flames caught fast, hungry and bright. Smoke rose toward the darkening sky, carrying the dead toward whatever came next.

I breathed out, looking him in the eyes. “That Valeria died alongside her mate, Dmitri. I will never apologise to those councils; they do not fit to control this world. They should have stopped Selene like they are doing to me right now, but no, they allowed it. A lot of people died, innocent people. Countless warriors died for no reason; wolves died; and our population was cut in half, but they never stepped in. They only did so after my mate died. My mate was a sacrificial lamb. He died for no reason, and he would have been saved if the councils had stepped in at the right time, but no,” I snapped, struggling to swallow down my emotions, but it was hard.

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.