Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Redtail

“First, I need you to sign these. Please read through them carefully and let me know if anything needs to be changed or added.” As she reached across the table, I noticed a small tattoo on her wrist, partially hidden by her leather watch strap. A flaming skill above two crossed pistols - the Warriors logo. As I sat forward to begin reading the documents, I couldn’t help but wonder how deep Kat’s connection to the club actually ran. ——————————— Talon I walked into the garage, nodding at a few of the guys working on bikes. The familiar sounds and smells of grease and metal helped ground me as my mind continued to reel with thoughts of Laura.

“She was looking right at me, Orion. Her eyes weren’t yellow. They were red.” I staggered back a step, disbelief hitting me like a punch to the gut. Red eyes. Only alphas had red eyes. Ravenna is an alpha? how?

Maybe somewhere in his own history, there was a loophole that they could fall into. From the story of the red wolves, the second one was very powerful, and looking at the tiny, bony young man standing before him, who might have not been in touch with his feral form yet, Mordeu knew for a fact that that red wolf was going to peel the skin off of Cillian and wear it as cover for his pet lizard. He shook his head quickly, trying to shake off such a horrible mental picture.

Then he saw the rust colored fur and the gleaming teeth of the werecat. 'Impossible,' Gelok thought, his eyes widening. 'She can't be . . .' Red had flesh in her teeth, blood on her tongue and punishment on her mind. She had forgotten what it was like . . . the difference between a fight and a war. A fight is a clumsy thing, reserved for back alleys by people with lead pipes and pistols. A battle . . . that was where warriors shone. Battles were chaotic, but there was a serenity about them. Battles were where what you did mattered . . . it was where wars were won.

There wouldn’t be any Red Spider, a drug that turned humans into monstrous beasts. He hated Red Spider with all his might. “Die!” Dalton waved his sword, and another burst of energy shot out. The weakest among the four warriors couldn’t block the attack and was cut into half by Dalton’s attack. His fellow brethren did not panic after seeing the heartless murder. Instead, they charged toward Dalton in madness, devoid of any fear. Clank! Clank! Clank! Swords danced, and sparks flew. But, no matter how powerful the warriors got after injecting themselves with Red Spiders, they were never Dalton’s match. In just the blink of an eye, the rest of the kamikaze warriors were taken down by Mad King.

Anna’s growls were inhuman as she faced the warriors who were crowding her. Willaim snapped at some of the men who faced her with hatred and disgust in their eyes. “LEAVE HER BE! NOW!” His voice was imbued with the aura of an Alpha, and it made everyone break out in whines, as they had no choice but to listen to him. However, there was a flash of movement as everyone else began to back away from the redhead, and William caught sight of the uniform of an Eclipse Pack on the warrior that aimed a blow at his mate.

-------------- Reez pov " I won't let them escape from here!" He told one of the Zeta warrior Rojo. He's the youngest Zeta in the packs. They sometimes call him the red guy because of his red hair. They were five members in one group. They were under the supervision of Reez, the highest in the rank, their leader. They were called the " The Knights". The Kinghts Zeta composed of five warriors lead by Rylie, followed by Rojo, Marco, Faye and Katya.All five of them was the sons and daughters of Alpha King Lucian's fighters. They were trained sice they were kids and now they're leading the war in every state and in every werewolves territories. The main rivals of the Canids packs were the reckle

Wildheart looked just as pleased with Icestar's decision. "Can we get back to our nests now? It's too cold to be out in the open," Redstripe complained from the elder's den. Besides the nursery and medicine cat's den it was the only other sheltered den in camp. During the coldest parts of leafbare warriors sometimes shared the den with Redstripe and Sparrowsong.

Then, from the eastern ridge, the forest itself moved. Howlspire wolves, taller, leaner, their fur bone-white and their armor lined with obsidian, descended like death incarnate. Behind them came Brokenstone’s warriors: stockier, armored in earthen colors, their weapons jagged and forged for maiming. And at their center rode Redmaw’s war chief, a female wolf draped in crimson furs, her mane braided with the claws of her fallen foes. She raised her war horn. It sang the beginning of slaughter.