Warriors Cats Herb Guide Novels & Stories

I skid to a stop, the warriors doing the same around me. It’s the herb from the healer’s book. Tall, rare, blooming defiantly in a patch of sunlight that somehow manages to reach this forgotten place. There!” I whisper to Alarik, already shifting back into human form, but Alarik doesn’t respond. He is stiff and alert. His growl low and rolling in the back of my mind like distant thunder. “Wait,” he hisses. “Lucian, wait. Something’s—” I don’t listen.

Shelves lined the walls, packed tight with vials, herb bundles, and handwritten labels that curled at the corners like they were tired of keeping secrets. I’d been here before. Once. But not like this. This time, I wasn’t looking for herbs. I was looking for proof. I moved shelf to shelf, fingers brushing glass and parchment. Bitterroot. Silverroot. Ghost thistle. Sleepberry. Burnt sage. Bone salt. Most were standard. Harmless, in the right hands. But some? Some were only used for wolves who needed to be silenced. I paused at a jar of Wormroot—crushed, sealed tight with a wax-stamped lid.

he confessed, and I became more than curious. "We are werewolves, and we heal fast, so what do you need all these for?” I asked suspiciously. I saw him pause, his hands became shaky for a while before they returned normally. I know this man to be hushed and honorable, but still, at that, I can't just let my guard down. This pack, they are my family and I had sworn to protect all of them to the fullest without the exemption of anybody except traitors. “My lord, some of these herbs are used for treating wolfsbane. I see we are going to war soon, so I wanted to be offered more help since I am just an old man” he explained and there was a clear meaning in them.

“The tears of a white horse that just consummated his love.” That nonsense came out of her mouth so confidently that I almost tripped. What kind of stupid plan was that? You wanted to stop a thousand year old harbinger with that? A horse's tears, not only that. The tears of one that just had sex. Bullshit. Thankfully, even Lana was staring at Jade with a set confused eyes. “Are you serious for real?” “Yes.” Jade nodded. “Feral herb is a herb that has a very explosive nature to ruin the effects, you just need something that can take its effects. Horse's tears can do that.”

“Now we will label it and then store it. Not everything is used the moment it’s made. A good healer prepares for the storms before they arrive.” She handed the jar over to me, I collected it gently and placed it on the shelf. Olivia brought out a new herb “This is borage,” she said. “It is good for the heart. It strengthens courage. We add it in tea before battles or full moons. Some wolves need more of it than others.” I touched one of the petals. It was softer than I expected. “Have you treated many warriors?” I asked, staring at her. “Hundreds,” she replied. “Some came with broken bones, others when their wolves were extremely injured.

she replied after giving it some thought. The young warrior beamed with happiness at the thought, and wasted no time in trailing after her as she led the way. An extra set of paws certainly was better than one. Besides, she could use the company. Searching for herbs had been nearly impossible because Icestar rarely let her leave the camp unless it was an emergency like this. She just hoped that her theory on the catmint was right. They were dangerously low on their supply of catmint and borage, and if she didn't find any soon, she knew the Clan would suffer because of it. ...

At the end, she had to explain the look, type, smell, height, and other details related to the herbs, which really helped in my understanding in detail. I observed her holding her left arm from time to time. “Tell me what else we have to do. We will do it; you can just instruct us,” I said, taking the command. One of the herbs had to be ground and fed to the warriors. The other had to be used as a paste. “Before you all start accusing me of planning against you all. Let me tell you that after having these herbs, all the patients will get a high fever as their body will start fighting with the venom before calming down the temperature.”

… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t. He always dips the whip into the Deaths Door serum for the last two lashes knowing that if I haven’t screamed yet I soon will. The Deaths Door serum is just that, it is a mix of Azalea, lily, Mistletoe, Rhododendron and Sago Palm which are some of the most deadly natural plants to WereCats.

Luna meows in what sounds like agreement. I lean back against the couch cushions, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders. But I can’t just sit here and bleed. Not when I have another option. Standing carefully, I shuffle toward my back door, the cat following at my heels. Behind the cottage, hidden from the settlement’s view, lies my secret garden. Rows of carefully tended herbs grow in neat lines, each one planted and nurtured by my own hands. Moonbell, silverleaf, crimson sage, and dozens of others that most pack members can’t even name.

"Hospital confirmed? I saw the Alpha checking out his neck in the mirror. Twice. He looked… mildly haunted. Honestly, what made him pet a stray cat? Has he never read a single internet horror story?" I froze. Mostly because I was still recovering from the secondhand embarrassment. Desperate to change the subject before my face permanently turned into a tomato, I pointed at his mug. "What's in that? It looks like you mugged a pine tree and steeped the evidence." He grinned. "Alpha Max Herbal Power Blend." "…That sounds illegal." "It's all-natural," he said proudly. "Twelve herbs. Two roots. One mission." I raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"