Warriors Cats Feathertail Novels & Stories

Wondering if Atlas would be pissed or amused at my resourcefulness, I felt my bones crack and shift into place as the fur retracted from my body. Within seconds, I was fully Fae, and completely naked. "Will you quit poking and prodding us like cattle?" I seethed, charging forwards with much more gusto than I actually had. The warriors had the sense to step back, finally lowering their spears. I noticed something dripping off the end of one, and was thankful it hadn't pricked our skin. One of the warriors stepped forwards, taller and more imposing than the rest. Midnight hair was cropped short on his head, accompanying a scar that ran from temple to chin.

The female cats with their wolf pack mates stayed to the rear for the same reason. Most of the surrounding jungle was cleared away. Dmitri could see permanent living quarters in the distance, but their enemy wasn't yet coming out to play. The Moor said they had more than three hundred cats. Suddenly, gunfire sounded in the distance and it took everything Dmitri had to hold his position. Each clan had a job and he would do his. Esta noticed the large group of enemy first, kissed her mate, and charged with the other females. "I'm winning this bet, but I'll let you win the next one."

The calico cat closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, she saw a wolf had appeared. “Two split souls... the wolf and the fox...” the calico cat murmured. The gray wolf had long limbs. Although thin, it had a strong and lean build. It didn’t look back at the calico cat, just silently stood in front of her, shielding her completely with its body. The calico cat crouched quietly by the gray wolf's tail. The wolf’s tail was tightly pressed against its muscular haunches, indicating its tension. The fox slowly stepped towards the gray wolf, baring its teeth provocatively.

Immediately, the four cats felt a strong energy entering their bodies, and they gratefully meowed before sitting down to start their training. In Winston's room, there were only these four cats. All the cats working for the Cat Clan were only those four, as they only performed simple tasks such as making beds or tracking targets. The Cat Clan not only fed them but also transmitted Winston's energy to them for training, benefiting both parties.

I asked Rae, already assuming the answer was no. Confirming my suspicions, Rae shook her head, "I have no idea." As I squinted closer at the cat, I noticed one of its hind legs seemed to not work because it sat back on its haunches, the dead leg sticking out at an awkward angle. Its pelt was spotted white and grey, but patches of the fur were falling out, leaving ugly bald strips behind. It had crooked whiskers that twitched along with its nose that was moving rapidly to identify who was around.

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

His big chest rising and falling with each deep angry breath he took “what is your name warrior?” My eyes flickered and my heart jumped at his question when I heard a sudden whine of pain, my eyes went to the place it was coming from when I saw a light brown wolf with a gold tail lying on the floor ahead of me, its paws twitching, my face falling in fear. I forgot where I was as I ran to it, knowing who’s wolf it was. My legs felt like jelly as I dropped to my knees beside her and held her furry face in my hands, her eyes flickering open to look at me as she whined in pain.

It mewed again and made its way across the floor to Dillon, where it proceeded to rub itself against his leg. “There you are,” Dillon smiled as he bent down to pick up the cat. Well, it looked more like a kitten, actually. It was beautiful, a cute little fluffy Siamese kitten with light gray fur and striking blue eyes. The cat purred as Dillon affectionately stroked its head. “Cassandra, meet the Magical Ms. Mistoffelees. Or just Stoffs for short.” “She’s adorable,” I said, taking a step towards him. He passed me the kitten and it purred. “That’s quite the name,” I teased.