Warriors Cats Graystripe Novels & Stories

"Furzewhisker, do you have a moment?" She flinched at the sound of Harewhisker's voice. The normally friendly gray tabby warrior had become one of Icestar's closest followers over the last couple of moons. Furzewhisker had done her best to avoid those who fully supported Icestar's reign. She knew nothing good would come out of following them after seeing what the WindClan leader was capable of.

she blurted. “A strange wolf?” I wore a puzzled expression. What does she mean by a strange wolf? The barrier around our pack can’t make any wolf loiter around it aimlessly, and only a powerful wolf can break the barrier and come into our pack, but such intruders could have our warrior wolves to contend with. "Yes, my Alpha,” she responded. “What’s the color of that strange wolf? I quizzed curiously. “Its fur has a gray color,” “A gray color?” My gaze turned to Andrian, who was also paying rapt attention to her.

It was so strong it sent me flying back against the tree and I slid down onto my ass. I sat on the ground dazed until something cold and wet touched my face, nudging me. When my vision cleared, a beautiful dark gray wolf came into view. His golden eyes looked at me with concern, but I was too mesmerized with how beautiful he was. He was much darker than other Delta 1s. His darkest gray is charcoal, with hardly any white. There's a little below his chin slightly spreading onto his muzzle, and a little on his chest. Gray is mixed in with it so much that it barely looks white. His golden eyes stand out against his dark color, making them look like they are glowing.

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

show them what to expect. He gathered his warriors to make a circle around me so I could show them all how I was going to fight the cats. He explained to them what I told him but didn’t tell them I am a dragon. That was probably for the best for now and I was grateful. You never who could be a traitor within the pack. I already had my doubts about beta Ray and his loyalty to my mate. I didn’t want them to fear me. Selwyn walked over to me in the circle and kissed me and said,” Show us what you got my Rain.” I nodded my head and waited for him to back away from me. Electricity danced in sparks up my fingers and my eyes turned an electric shade of blue as I called the earth’s natural currents

He sure as hell looked more intimidating than most, but somehow he was rather gentle. "I have a cat. Her name is Mittens. She was a stray and I took her in after I left my pack. I could relate, you know?" Carlton explained and moved closer to the wound again. I shut my eyes as he pressed the tip of the prongs in. Metal slipped in my blood, looking for the bullet that might leave me cripple. "She is ginger and black with white patches all along her body. I built her a cat play house before I came here. Some of my friends said they would look after her. I miss that girl every damn day," he admitted.

The warriors broke into fits of guffaws, all of them sounding derisive and scornful. "So what if the half-hour mark has arrived? Here I am! And here is my battle pet! We are all fine! Just you wait, I'll find out the person behind this and I'll make him pay!" This warrior's battle pet was a gargantuan Tibetan mastiff at least three to four meters tall, its golden coat of fur giving off a stately luster in the bright sunlight. But he barely finished when a loud bang struck, and a bolt of dark light hit the mastiff's large head, splitting it into half with blood pouring out and flowing down its torso.

“It’s a warrior. We can’t just—” Grayson refused, his arms tightening around me, holding me close against his chest. “No,” he growled softly, his voice low and possessive. “Stay right here, baby. I’m not letting you go yet.” He called out to the door, his voice steady but edged with frustration. “Enter.” The warrior stepped in, bowing respectfully, his eyes carefully avoiding us as he held a scroll in his hands. “Alpha, the report from the eastern border. There’s movement near the neutral lands. Liora’s group was spotted again.”

Suddenly, a terrified howl echoed from deep within the forest. A white blur shot out from the trees, fleeing in panic. It was a gray wolf—one of the jungle's fastest predators. The moment Chase saw it, his expression shifted sharply. Without hesitation, he activated Wind Stride, his figure flickering as he dodged the incoming attack from the wolf beast. The young warrior riding the panther beast caught sight of the commotion by the riverbank. His gaze sharpened. "A stray mutt dares to steal my food?"

I’m blushing because our hands touched. “He looks like a strong pup. We’ll see how his training goes,” he stated, taking his hand back. “What color is he? I want to try and picture him.” I asked. “He’s gray and white bi-colored. His paws, legs, and belly are white, gray speckles along his sides becoming grey along his back, a white streak down from between his ears to the tip of his nose, and a white curly tail. His eyes are an amber-brown color.” Andy described. He is good at giving details.