Warriors Cats Herbs Novels & Stories

I couldn’t let her die. “Moontears, Sun-drop Lily, and Whisper Moss. They are rare, and our pack doesn’t have any of them.” “Wait a minute. All of them are very strong healing herbs. An average wolf can’t take that kind of healing herbs. It has side effects!” one of the doctors standing there, checking Serenity’s blood pressure, chimed in. His eyes flicked between the monitor and her face, conflicted, as if he already knew the answer but hated it anyway.

He saw her and leaned in to ask, “So it was the hospital, huh? I knew it. He was staring at himself in the mirror this morning, checking his neck. Must’ve taken that bite pretty seriously. Honestly, why did he go messing with a stray cat in the first place?” Candice kept silent with a deadpan expression. Noticing the colorful stuff in his cup—goji berries, astragalus—she changed the subject. “What are you drinking?” “Eight-treasure tea.” “Looks good. Can I have some?” “You wouldn’t want this.” “Hmm?” Seeing her confused, he sent her a link. “But you could buy it for your dad.” Candice clicked the link—and was immediately bombarded by large bolded text: A Man’s Best Friend! For vigor and vita

My physician in charge of caring for him said. "I am confused. Please, what precious herb are you talking about," I asked curiously. I had thought everything was over and now she's talking about a precious herb again. "It is a very rare herb that can only be found in the.... In the Western Warrior Pack." She paused to check my reaction. I was frozen by her words. The Western Warriors Pack? The same pack responsible for this? The same pack that almost killed me if not for Micheal's help. "That is the only herb that can help him recover fully or he will remain like this for the rest of his life." She added and my heart broke to pieces.

Kelda The scent of burning sage and sweetgrass filled my workshop, mingling with the musty aroma of ancient leather-bound books and worn parchment. My hands moved with practiced precision as I ground dried herbs in my mortar, the familiar motions helping to ground my racing thoughts. Each plant had been carefully chosen - lavender for clarity, wolfsbane for protection, and rowan berries for strength against dark magic. My healer's instincts told me we would need every advantage we could get.

First, I need to stimulate and strengthen his organs— mainly kidneys and liver. God, I need to put my hands into that disgusting ball. How many herbs did you find anyways— there are a lot and many different kinds...! Milk Thistle, Marshmallow Root, Parsley, Gynostemma, Beetroot, Ginger— adding Alpha Fenrir’s condensed mana, I think he would be able to withstand the atropine, scopolamine and hyoscyamine. Cutting off the necessary parts from their stem, roots etc. with dad’s dagger, I crush and compress them to a small pill with my palms, throwing them into a cup to dissolve.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

… 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.

His penetrating gaze made me feel guilty. I do know what they can do to me. To my feline. Wolfsbane isn’t just for werewolves, it's very effective on werecats too. The pills are cut with a combination of amphetamines, wolfsbane, and Nightshade. Two highly poisonous substances. Low doses or not, that concoction should only be taken on a low and as-needed basis. Long-term or overuse can put my feline into hibernation or worse, slowly kill her. “It inhibits your mind, blocks your spirit animal.” He answers for me when I say nothing.

Every stroke of his hand against the parchment looked like a battle. I wanted to say something, to calm him, to pull him back to me but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could try again, his guard stepped in. “Your Highness, the pack healer is here.” “Let him in,” Rowan answered instantly, not even pausing his writing. The door opened, and the old healer entered with two young wolves beside him. They bowed. "Your Highness'.” I acknowledged them with a nod. The healer stepped closer, setting down his worn-out leather bag filled with dried herbs: mintgrass, moonleaf, ironroot, and nightshade blossoms, all mixed with crushed fennel. The scent filled the room, strong and oddly comforting.