Warriors Cats Herbs Novels & Stories

I asked, sniffing it as I took it from him. “Holly makes them. It’s a secret recipe from the Ironfur pack, her birth pack in New York. Her family are healers that specialize in herbs. It boosts the energy of any wolf that eats them.” he explained. “Oh, those are the weird but good things she’d give out after some hardcore training.” Kurt exclaimed. I shrugged and unwrapped the item. It didn’t look good. It was dark brown, almost black in color, with weird bits sticking out of it. I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose at it.

He took the names of all the herbs and was judging if it would work or not. Wanting to contribute, Dominic added, “ how about thimbleweed? I’ve read somewhere that it can be used as a cleansing agent.” “It is alpha Castro, but it is used to clean wolf hide.” “Oh, I see.” With that Dominic’s attempts to help came to a halt. Sighing the omega turned back to the shelves when he heard a small voice, “Have you tried wolfsbane?”

It takes me right back to the one year I spent at the battlefield during the way. I pick the bottle the scent is coming from and take a better sniff. A shocked gasp leaves my lips, "No way." It's the sterilizing herbs we developed during the war at the pack borders. A lot of horny warriors used it frequently. First you boil the leaves of the plant and then dry it up to make this small tablet with a sharp, citrusy, taste. Only the pack warriors should know about this or even be able to get it... So who could have brought it to Destiny?

I needed herbs known for their healing and soothing properties, plants that could ease pain, prevent infection, and accelerate recovery. They left immediately, determination burning in their eyes. Alone with Varyon, I prepared everything I would need, steadying my hands and summoning every fragment of knowledge I possessed. When they returned, their arms were filled with freshly gathered plants—comfrey leaves, prized for their healing properties, lavender to calm inflammation, and calendula, known for its restorative effects. I worked with renewed focus, cleaning each wound with meticulous care. Every movement carried equal parts fear and hope. The scent of crushed herbs filled the room as I

“Maren keeps half of these for the kitchen. The rest, we use for healing. Wolves heal fast, but herbs make the process easier.” I crouched beside her, brushing my fingers over a patch of silver-leaved plants. “What’s this one?” “Lunaria,” she said. “Moon herb. Supposedly grows stronger on full moons.” She looked up at me then, her expression softening. “You should come out here when you can’t sleep. It’s quiet, and the air clears your head.” I smiled faintly. “You think I’ll still be here long enough to get bored?”

It was the perfect concoction for our kind to either feel no pain or enhance our sexual experiences. "Relax, it wasn't a street version. I have my own made for wolves that get injured in battle. The herbs used are not addictive and it has no other shit in the cut. It is pure. The only addiction would be to the feeling it gives you. Trust me, Elena needed to feel no pain."

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.

I can't take the risk of going into the Blood Moon pack; that is a calling of the Wall. My wolf said with pain in her voice, I guess you would just go back home and watch our mother die slowly in your arm. I felt a little determination, crossing the borderline. I scattered the greenfield, but the Hawthorn herb couldn't be found. I spotted a different herb; it was a Lavender herb; it helps to reduce stress and anxiety, and maybe that could work out well, too. I plucked it off, running back to the pack, the pain underneath my foot only grew worse, but I didn't care. I got to our little house on the farm, running towards my mother's mat as she agonized in pain.

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.”

“And you survived all three times.” “That’s because wolves heal fast.” I finally laughed quietly for the first time that night. The room relaxed a little after that. Even Mira smiled slightly while organizing the books on the table. After everything that happened recently, the normal conversation almost felt strange. Damon sat beside me and looked toward Maya. “What herbs did you actually use?” Maya lifted her chin proudly. “Lavender root, silver leaf, moon grass, and—” “Moon grass?” Mira interrupted immediately.