Warriors Cats Kits Novels & Stories

“We’re all equals here.” “We’re one big family,” she added warmly. “Says the wolf barking orders at omegas for half an hour the other day,” Lucas retorted. “Well, what do you expect me to do when our pack leaders haven't put enough effort to find their mates? There’s no Luna, not even a Beta female around—so guess who’s stuck picking up the slack?” Kate fired back. I liked Kate at Lucas who shrugged while others chuckled again. I liked Kate's attitude, I probably could make friends with her.

Hera agreed, her gaze fixed on her target stuffed toy inside the claw machine she was playing with. When they were younger, they used to be incredibly envious of their classmates who had access to city tours. However, despite how much they would like to visit the city as well, they are unable to do so due to their Queen Mother's strict prohibition. The werewolves' Queen Mother forbids them from mingling with so many humans out of concern that they might pick a conflict and endanger their tribe. Sitting on the stool next to Hera, Callie questioned, "Why does Marcus seem to be taking so long?"

Leo and Luna swelled in size, each swiping with a paw, smashing zombie skulls to pieces. Silent Snowy followed, his snow-white fur gleaming, suddenly engulfed in vivid red flames. The fire roared, relentless and unyielding, consuming the entire street. Within moments, the zombie horde was annihilated. Snowy flicked his fluffy tail and leapt onto my shoulder. "Mama, this whole area is ours now. What's next?" What to do? I took the three cats to a government-constructed refuge and willingly submitted their genetic blood samples for the research and breeding of the next generation.

We have to hurry. - Why don’t we fight – shouts a warrior? - There is no pack stronger than ours. 20 of our warriors can finish off these 100 guardians. - We are not interested in revealing Kat's existence to the Council for now. – Micky says, standing next to Kat. - If we kill the guardians, the council will know something is wrong. We need to bring together the packs that support Kat. We need a troop for the queen. – Alex says, standing next to Kat too.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

The falls are beautiful and the view from the top is amazing. I count our first mate gathering a success as 26 pairs, or 52 wolves found their mates. Fifteen of those wolves are omegas from our pack. Of the remaining eleven, six are warriors and the other five are workers, one is a worker in the garden. She is mated to a warrior in the Canyon Ridge pack and has decided to move their where she and Maddison can begin building a garden for their new pack. Surprisingly, the warriors chose to stay in our pack, having the opportunity to build their own home and create a new life for themselves and their families. Thankfully, their mates agreed.

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”

All the new bunnies and the immigrating Hares seemed to love Persiana fashion. Doll nudged him. "The boxes, Marshmallow. Remember?" Guru looked down at Doll, who was pushing a double-decker baby carriage with their year-old kits in it. Well, six of them. The seventh, the one Agent had given new life and Doll had named Willow, was snuggled up next to Ember - one of Spitfire's kits - in a sling around his little grey bunny's neck. Guru had a mirror image kit sling around his neck with the other two of Spitfire's much smaller litter of three.

I smiled, bringing out the kitten with a red collar and offering him to her. “Another one? Isn’t Shu enough?” John frowned, glancing at Shu, who looked at him with annoyance. “Every member of the guild, especially those in the Adio family, are given a mau kitten. It’s best to train them when the hunter is young, and the cat can create a bond with them.” I shrugged, not caring that he would have to deal with two of them.

The last Beta family to inhabit that wing of the pack house was mine. After my dad died, Alpha Kordell did away with the tradition of ranked members living under one roof and Alpha Kordell built out the warrior courtyard. The courtyard had a bunk house that housed 100 single warriors, 250 warrior cottages for mated warriors with smaller families, 5 cabins for warrior families comprised of 4–6 members, a private indoor gym, with an Olympic-sized pool, three hot tubs, six ice bath tanks, and every piece of workout equipment you could imagine. The warrior courtyard also had picnic tables, BBQ pits, and areas for pups to run off some steam. The warrior courtyard was like its own little mini city