Warriors Cats Deaths Novels & Stories

I also needed to see my best friend. “Heather and Thane are dead. The others have fled seeing they were outnumbered and stood no chance with us. Some of our warriors are injured but currently receiving attention,” He I formed me. “How many deaths?” I asked. “Fifteen, including two young pups,” he told me. “I really think you should sit, Prince Draven,” the doctor commented, but one look from me silenced him. He nodded his head and left. My heart ached for the ones who’d lost their lives, especially the young pups. I’d failed them, the thought left me feeling empty. There was still a lot of work to be done.

“I promise.” The council chamber was heavy with tension when Devon entered, the weight of last night’s carnage still pressing on every heart. Warriors lined the walls, their faces weary, some marked with fresh bandages. The elders sat in silence, their expressions grave. Devon’s gaze swept the room. “How many did we lose?” An older warrior stepped forward. “Four, Alpha. Three of ours fell in battle, and one succumbed to wounds at dawn.” A ripple of grief spread through the chamber. Devon bowed his head briefly, honoring the fallen. “Their sacrifice will not be forgotten. They died protecting their Luna and this pack. Tonight, we will burn pyres in their honor.”

Becoming a part of The Council was never one of my life goals anyway. However, I should have known better. Since my rejection, they’ve been conducting some sneak attacks on our pack. My parents had a really hard time tracking all of the pack warriors’ deaths that were happening within the pack. In a span of a month, almost a fourth of our warriors were annihilated by an unknown poison.

Sheryl’s P.O.V. “We lost 28 warriors, 12 pups, and 9 mothers who were inside their home at that time.” Grandpa told me with a serious tone, the lines on his forehead deepened slightly. Herman told me that I was in immense pain when three more warriors died yesterday because the instability of my emotions worsened the pain of losing a pack member. “And yet she refused to admit anything. If it weren’t for the security cameras around the arena and in the dungeons, it would have been hard to prove that she challenged you, a minor, for a deathly duel to replace the first challenger, the future alpha of the pack.”

Like he needed me to understand. “...Not just some random omega or pack warrior. A Royal Court Lady.” He started listing the past deaths to remind me of the losses. So I could feel it and maybe have a change of mind. “Check it out, Alpha.” He paused and counted on his fingers. His hand was shaking slightly. “We have recorded three deaths in one month. Three lives, all gone in the same month.” His hands dropped to his waist. He looked exhausted. “Will we keep dying this way? We don’t even know who might be next.” He leaned close to my ear, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Colin, I need to ask you something.” His hazel eyes snap to mine. “Okay?” “Promise me that you’ll look out for Amber whenever I can’t.” His face scrunches. “Alex, of course I will watch over her but you’re not going anywhere.” “I’m lying in a hospital bed, Colin. I think I’ve earned the right to worry about dying.” “No. You don’t get to think like that. Not right now. We’ve lost enough.” “How many did we lose?” “A dozen warriors plus Thomas and Val. The other packs lost twenty-three altogether.”

Forty-two warriors who'd given everything. I spoke at each one. Remembered each warrior. Each sacrifice. Said their names. Young Jenna, eighteen, who'd wanted to be a healer. Dead in her first battle. Marcus's second-in-command, Theo, who'd fought beside him for twenty years. Dead protecting younger warriors. A Moonstone warrior named Kira, who'd told jokes to ease tension before the battle. Dead before she could tell another. Each name. Each story. Each life. When it was done, I stood with Erica—who'd insisted on being present—and Kael. Watching the smoke rise into the starlit sky.

"You're a murderer. A thief. A coward who preyed on children. But my mate asked me to end this cleanly. And I don't refuse her anything anymore." Titan's jaws closed around Cornelius's throat. Quick. Efficient. Brutal but fast. The ancient Alpha died without ceremony. Without witnesses mourning his passing. Just another dead wolf whose crimes would be remembered long after his name was forgotten. The fighting had stopped while everyone watched the confrontation. Cornelius's wolves had surrendered the moment their leader went down. Council members were emerging from wherever they'd taken shelter. Allied Alphas were checking on their people. The grand hall was destroyed but we'd won.

She sat with me in the living room while Maya played upstairs. "Marcus says it went as well as could be expected," Elena said carefully. "Minimal casualties. Dominic's pack is disbanded." "How many died?" "Four of Dominic's wolves. Four Council warriors injured." Four deaths. Violence and bloodshed, just like Kyle had feared. "Was it worth it?" I asked quietly. Elena's expression was pained. "I don't know. But Kyle did what he thought was right. What the Council believed was necessary." "And nearly got killed for it."

I said. “Yes, Alpha.” Martha said and walked off. Since Arthur was done and couldn't handle the warriors at the moment, I went ahead to the warrior's base to make a quick announcement. “If one of you attempted to speak to the Gamma about a serious crisis regarding Deep into the woods pack then please come to my office for further explanation. You will be rewarded.” As soon as I said that announcement, no one seemed to step out. But then I heard from the subcommander that ten of the warriors of Deep into the woods had been killed and that if I didn't get a response, it was probably due to that.