Warriors Cats Forum Novels & Stories

“Awesome. Now let’s talk logistics. Since you’re a mate-reject and you live with your parents, it makes the most sense that we move in together.” I snatched my hand back. “Wait, what?” “Warriors date to claim. We don’t date for fun, Vivid. Everyone has to think we’re serious. We’ve known each other a long time. They wouldn’t be surprised and would actually expect this of us and be more surprised if we didn’t.” “It’s a tradition since when there were wars all the time and warriors had to settle down and claim and breed quickly. Now warriors are taught to be serious and never fraternize.”

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

Have you ever heard of that? 'I know it happens with cats more often than dogs,' I told him thinking back on my medical training. 'The wolf that bit you left his tooth in the wound. I imagine it is still very painful. I will call the healer to have it removed. The pain will stop once the offending object is gone,' he told me and licked at the corner of my mouth. Joel's next thought was directed to everyone. 'Warriors, convene in front of the den in thirty minutes. Keep a patrol on the inside perimeter.'

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

In typical Jade fashion the reports are color coded, cross-referenced and she has included a flash drive to d******d all of it to my laptop. I notice right away that the more magical cats, “The Magi,” don’t mix often with the warrior groups. Sensing that this could hurt us as a pride I set out to remedy this. I partner up a warrior with a “Magi” and assign all to meet three times a week to brainstorm possible strategies. There are some new werecats that haven’t gotten too involved, that has to change as well. It would be all hands on deck for the foreseeable future. Everyone had something they could contribute. We are growing, but if we are to survive as a species, we are going to ne

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

With the way they dressed and behaved, it was obvious that they were the least in rank. Turning to face the guests seated beside the stage, Tyler smiled, "Veronica, meet the members of the Pack's council. Jordan, Karen, Ethan, and J'Cole, the Pack's warrior" he said, pointing at the four heavily built men sitting at the table. "Meet Kate and Matilda, the female warriors in charge of training the pups", Tyler continued, pointing at the young ladies who sat at the table. Kate had a warm and welcoming smile but Matilda shot me a threatening look as though she had a grudge against me.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

It felt as if they'd been traveling for days along the mountain's slopes. Birdpaw was beginning to understand the meaning of patience when she noticed how often the ThunderClan and RiverClan cats argued. Of all the cats who seemed to enjoy picking a fight, it was Oakfire and Acorntail. Birdpaw realized with a start that the two were probably clashing personalities, and Clan pride. She was more than annoyed with their bickering, and almost wished that they would both stuff a tail in their mouths for a change.

"All approved. Make it happen." "Just like that?" "Just like that. This is why we fought. So these things could exist." Stefan approached next. "Warriors want to celebrate properly. Feast. Stories. Traditional warrior gathering." "Go ahead. You've earned it." "You should speak. At the gathering. Warriors want to hear from their Alpha." "I will." The warrior gathering happened that evening. Sixty warriors. Combat veterans. Young recruits. All gathered around a massive fire. Stefan called for silence. "Our Alpha wants to speak."