Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Jayfeather

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

My wolf purred, the sound of her joy settling something deep inside me. I turned to her, Jayden still perched on my shoulders, and grinned. “What’s so funny? Think you could do better against these warriors?” She rolled her eyes, but her smile stayed, wide and unguarded. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, standing and brushing grass off her pants. “Letting them take you down like that? Some Alpha.”

They stayed in the moment, as a comfortable silence surrounded them. Jay was still in his wolf form, too tired to even shift back but truthfully he likes being pampered by Iandor especially when he's in this form. The lighting from the middle of the little forest cast this beautiful halo like shine that encircles the auburn-haired male and Jay’s amber eyes can't stop looking at his breath-taking mate.

He suggested as he tugged on his collar and made his way back downstairs before Damion could change his mind. "Sure, we'll discuss things on the way." He told him as they went out to the garden. Jayce didn't hesitate to shred off his clothes and shift. His bones cracked loudly as fur erupted along his skin until it covered him and landed on all fours. Damion shifted next, shaking his brown fur and stretched. He was relatively smaller compared to his enormous self, but he was a capable Wolf. A capable Beta. ----------

I hissed in pain. It burned, badly. The loud agony filed cries that resounded with each wolf that was cruelly struck down by the hunters. Amidst my dizziness, I pushed myself to fight harder. “Alpha, how long are we going to keep holding them off?” one of the warriors shouted. “Push harder…. We will defend our own with our life” I saw Jayrell in the crowd. He looked exhausted, like all of the life had been sucked out of him, but still he forced himself to fight harder…. I just know that his determination was to protect his sister and his mate.

Please, pretend I'm not here. "We also want to say a special congratulations to Jessi, who is officially our first female warrior. Zoe and I watched the tryouts, and Jessi showed that no matter what was thrown at her, she was warrior enough to handle any situation. This marks an important day in the palace's history, and I hope it won't be the last. Congratulations, Jessi," Ryder holds his glass toward me, and I'm ready for the ground to swallow me up.

He growls. “I am Asher Feathers, and this cannot and never happen under my watch! We are going to fight back because we are not weak. I know situations of war, some lives are lost, but I am not going to allow that to happen in mine. No one is going to lose his or her life and that’s the reason we need to plan and be on our toes” he thunders

When the sun dropped below the horizon, the early alphas started coming in from the hunt. A few returned early with hardly more than a token kill, clearly embarrassed. Others returned with decent kills, but everyone knew the strongest hunters—the real contenders—would return last, laden with their spoils. Finally, Jay appeared. A commotion ran through the crowd as his warriors lurched into sight, their shoulders laden with the carcasses of no less than forty killed animals. Gasps and applause rang out all around us. "Alpha Jay is just the nicest man," I overheard one of Jewel's friends exclaim.

I glanced at my dad and saw surprise in his eyes. To be honest, I didn't expect him to do that either. In fact, I'd never seen anyone lift a full-grown warrior wolf off the ground by their scruff. That's not even taking into account the fact that he did it on two legs. Cyrus' scent on the wind caused me to look towards him. He was now wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with short sleeves. I knew he was uncomfortable, though his face showed no evidence of it, his arms were crossed against his chest. The only sign that he'd been fighting was the thin trail of blood coming from his outer thigh. He walked over to Jayce, who was still shifted and laying on his side. His eyes flashed pale blue

“She’s not wrong.” The final game was the simplest, but the most reckless wolf tag. Warriors shifted into their wolves, their fur flashing silver, brown, and black as they darted across the field. The pups shrieked, trying to tag them, though half the warriors let themselves be caught just to hear the children cheer. Joey, of course, cheated. She pretended to trip, tagged a warrior mid-fall, and then sprinted off before anyone could argue. “Joey!” I yelled, laughing so hard my stomach hurt.