Warriors Cats In Real Life Novels & Stories

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

"Big boys in the park. They-- they took Pomy to play but they were hurting her and when I asked them to give Pomy back to me they refused and laughed and said I should go back home." "Come with me. We'll get Pomy back." She hugged Liam and then took him towards her car. * After five minutes drive, they reached the park. On Liam's directions, she saw three boys of 15-16 years old hiding behind a huge tree, raping the cat and one of them was filming this. "Oh my God!" She couldn't help but gasp loudly. Liam was tightly clinging to her. "Leave the cat!" She yelled. The one who was filming immediately put his camera down and the other two looked at her with frowns, annoyed by her presence. She r

"Of course your hands can do that. The basket of fish pieces is right over there by the rock, I will show your eyes. But next time the moon is up, you need an adult warrior walking with your boots, okay?" "Why do I need a warrior?" "Because forest cats look real cute, but their inner spirit can be quite mischievous when they get scared." Stella guides the young boy back toward the main path, and only then does my brain realize my eyes have been staring at his face for a real long time. Maybe it is just a common thing among mated omegas, to feel a massive amount of curiosity about the specific wolf their alpha husband loves so much, to wonder what kind of beautiful spirit could make the great

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

Not in a bad or sexual way, of course, only in the way that makes them cry for their mommies. "Good evening, everyone. I would like to introduce you to my mate Jessi who is also one of the newly recruited warriors," Wyatt says, and I see the shock on their faces. "No wonder she made it through. She's the king and queen's pet and your mate. There's no other reason a female wolf would be a warrior." One of the men says, looking me up and down. His mate smirks next to him. She might not be so smug if she could see the way he's staring at my cleavage.

How could he have possibly imagined he’d fall into a pit after destroying all those worm beasts? “Meow! Hey, this aura… How is there an aura like that in this secret realm?” asked a cat-like figure lying lazily on a large tree. The white cat looked down at several beasts kneeling with their heads bowed toward it. They were all beasts of the Emperor’s Realm, yet in the presence of this small white cat, they possessed neither the strength nor the ability to fight or flee from it.

The journey back to the AirPack had not been Pleasant. Alpha Hercules had been barking orders at the slightest inconvenience this caused. The Warriors had tried their best to get out of the Alphas' way and ride at the back of the crowds with Martin While Audrey rode among the Warriors. Hercules wanted to have his mate by his side. Even though he was irritated by her status, having any other man handle her is what he wanted gone from his mind. but he could not do anything about it. because at the end of the day he did not want any of his Warriors or his citizens to know that his mate was a worthless servant.

At this point, I don't know what shakes him more- the possibilities or the woman. "Wow, you sound like a ten-year-old Luka. Way to bring up the bad memories, brother," I say, slumping back in the seat. Honestly, I don't think the cats would come here. No matter how much I'd like to meet the pack leader, there's no way I'm giving him the honour and calling him an Alpha; I still doubt those kittens have balls big enough for war. Claws, yes, they have those, but so do we.

Who would want to take over the mundane world? Yes, Leo was the alpha of the largest pride in North America and his parents had cursed him as Leo the lion shifter. But, now that he had long been fully grown no one in their right mind teased him about it. He had cats patrolling their small but temporary space. Others he had sent to help other groups with their organization. Just like the common mistake that people think house cats are assholes and lazy. Cat shifters got a similar treatment. He’d had his people ready to hit the ground running since they had left their home territory in the mountains of California. They were relaxed not because they were lazy, but because they were prepared

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."