Warriors Cats Kits Novels & Stories

He went out the door, with me being puzzled and doesn’t know what is happening. Then, I heard a meow coming from outside the patio. It’s Kit, fully bathed, trying to squirm under a newfangled blanket and ensconced in a snuggly cat bed. My heart melted right away. Zeke, who’s a wholesome suitor of mom, bought Kit, a cherry red cat bed. He also handed me a wicker basket, with motley of cat goods. It turns out that Zeke is a veterinarian in downtown and fond of cats.

I would rather be called an Alpha if Dominic and I end up mated in the future—that’s if the Moon Goddess pairs us as each other’s second chance. For the next hour, the two of us enjoy the silence the office has to offer, chipping away at the cheesecake. Today, we are discussing which wolves are ready to become Hunters- and Trackers-in-training. We refer to these wolves as HITs and TITs, and honestly, I hated these nicknames. Since I begin training these wolves, both Hunters and Trackers have been training together, sharing their knowledge and working towards becoming stronger with new skills. It is why we have been debating on a new name for our wolves—Warriors. Dominic and Christian kept th

There’s a brisk chill in the air as winter is drawing to a close, me and twelve other young women and men sit around the training area looking at all the fighting equipment there was an array of training mats, boxing gloves and wooden swords of all sizes. At the age of eighteen you were allowed to train to be a pack warrior and today is our first day of training for The Blue moon pack.

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.”

“Six out of the eight packs that are strictly our allies have vowed to help us. They believe that the Goddess has made this mating and that no one can oppose it. The other two, New Moon and Shadow packs, refuse to support us, but vow to remain neutral in the war to come.” “And what of the packs that we share?” Former-Alpha Jared asks. “Of those five, we will only maintain two,” Zak grimly states. Muttered curses and gasps fill the room. “Which two?” Dad asks. “Blood Moon and Tranquility packs,” Zak answers. “Those are the two smallest packs of the five!” Former-Gamma Richard exclaims. “How many warriors does that bring us to?” his wife, Lauren, asks. “430,” Charlie answers. “That isn’t in

“And I don't look forward to telling them today. There is a matter of urgency that has brought me here this early.’’ Hercules answers beckoning for his beta who comes forward. Martin moves forward immediately and the two warriors move behind him both Karen wooden crates of wine and a third warrior yet another crate in his hands. and they placed them on the ground. Alpha Brandon remained to look at Hercules with confusion and curiosity. His eyebrows furrowed expecting an answer or at least an explanation from the man. “In both discrete crates are the most expensive fine wines in all the lands. In the third crate you will find the best hunted raw meat prepared by my Warriors. Well washed and s

The specific quality of his attention that made you feel that what you had said was not moving through him on its way to somewhere else but arriving and staying. I stood up and went to the window. The territory was dark below. The torches along the outer wall made small yellow circles on the ground. Beyond the wall the forest was invisible, just a deeper darkness where the lights ended. Somewhere in that darkness, six days from now, an alliance of five packs was going to test whether Blood Moon's borders held. Austin had said, "they do not understand what they are fighting." He was right. They thought they were fighting a forbidden bond. An administrative inconvenience. An Alpha who had let

I asked dad about the situation, he told me to bring them to our pack. "You all are welcomed at Southern moon pack, I inquired with Alpha and he is ready to help in such grim situation. "Ok t..thanks, I...I will let them know." He went away I sighed and again looked at that girl. She is Warrior Kent's mate? I saw him lying on her lap, a great loss to werewolf world.

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.