Warriors Cats Forum Novels & Stories

Wilt said, “let’s head to Westinghouse Street. The others might be there soon.” “What others?” I asked, wondering if something must’ve happened after I left them. Eventually, we were at the forum. Everywhere I looked, tents, booths, and stalls sprawled like we were in a grand festival, bustling with activities. People were shouting on the streets. “Warg Guild is looking for a healing brave! No need to fight on the front line!” “Stormbringer Guild is open to all newcomers! Join New Beginning’s finest!” “Crafting braves wanted in the Gondola Guild! Come and check our benefits!”

He hugged me tightly and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that truth. It turns out love is like that! Thank you for making me understand." I'm happy that Darian is receptive to my way of thinking. We understand each other better and love each other more. … There are about two months left before the Warriors' competition will take place. People between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five are allowed to participate, both men and women. However, usually two-thirds of the number are men, the number of female participants is only one-third, and very few women can achieve high positions in the competition. Army soldiers of suitable age for the competition are required to participate, so during

I stopped next to him and nudged him with my elbow. “What’s this?” I asked. Eric looked a bit startled to see me standing there—sometimes I had a habit of slipping through crowds unseen and sneaking up on people with my short stature—but then shrugged. “Internal selection for warrior camp,” he said. “They’re choosing a group of warriors to participate in the Southern Werewolf Warrior Championship.” “Are they picking any combat managers?” I asked. Eric smirked at me. “Why, you interested?” “Of course I am.” He finally nodded his head toward the bulletin board. “Take a look for yourself.”

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."

Jared said. "A while," Kai repeated. "Well, I have a mate, so I wasn't alone for a while and I have a family," Jared said. "Really, that's interesting, no wonder there was a female scent in this room," Kai muttered. "Your mate, is she also a fighter?" Kai asked. "No, she handles decorations," Jared replied. "I would love to see her skill, maybe I could partner her up with Xylah," he commented. "Oh that would be too much of a favor and I don't think I will be able to pay such a favor," Jared says.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Desmond snickers. “Cats?” I ask. “Panthers, lions, cheetahs,” he says. “There are more, but you get the point.” I nod. “There are also other shifters,” Forrest adds. “We get along fine with most shifters.” “Isn’t it cliché for wolves to not get along with cats?” I raise a brow and a smile tugs at my lips. “Nobody gets along with the cats,” Phoenix says, disgust clear on his face. “Not even the other cats. They have to keep the lions and tigers separate because the alphas got

he frowned. “Well, yeah. I was just testing if you were bluffing.” I said with a smile, to which he quirked an eyebrow while I responded with a shrug. “Any werewolves afraid of spiders?” I asked hopefully. “No!” everyone replied in unison, some shaking their heads. “Pity. I was hoping to catch someone screaming like a girl. I could record it and watch it on gloomy days so I wouldn’t feel miserable here.” “You feel miserable?” Kate asked, concerned.

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

We have to hurry. - Why don’t we fight – shouts a warrior? - There is no pack stronger than ours. 20 of our warriors can finish off these 100 guardians. - We are not interested in revealing Kat's existence to the Council for now. – Micky says, standing next to Kat. - If we kill the guardians, the council will know something is wrong. We need to bring together the packs that support Kat. We need a troop for the queen. – Alex says, standing next to Kat too.