Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Redtail

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.

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.

It was only when they emerged further from the dark and into the light that I realised they weren't strays. “Salcan,” a voice said smoothly. I narrowed my eyes. He smiled. “It is I, Jonathan, Alpha of the Red Dawn pack.” Red dawn. A smaller pack, yes–but their warriors were formidable. Their wolves wore armour made of the finest steel. But their only disadvantage was their small numbers. “We heard about your bounty,” Jonathan continued. “Thought we'd be on our way to cash it.” So the letters had worked. A slow smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “That means the messages are finally out.”

If what my father told me was true, then I should try it. ‘I AM VALERIE RED, from the Crimson Night pack, I seek shelter in your pack, in return, I will be the Alpha warrior representing your pack,’ I spoke, looking at him. ‘Eye contact is the key to achieve success,’ my father said, especially with werewolves, and he couldn’t have been wrong.

a churlish Warrior named Campbell asks. The other Warriors glance sideways at him, the looks on their faces matching mine. We do not question a direct order from our alpha. Beast immediately comes to the forefront but Marinah responds before I do. She's dressed in her Warrior gear that allows for a quick shift to Beast. With her heightened human strength, she doesn't bother. She picks Campbell up by his throat, tossing him over the hellhounds and into the cage.

He watched her to see every reaction of hers as he spoke; “I am Alpha Duncan RedClaw, and you’re in the RedClaw pack.”

Alpha of the Redmaw pack. He is a nightmare made flesh. He is massive. Taller than Kieran, broader even than Basov. His skin is a roadmap of scars. White, jagged lines that tell the story of a life spent in constant warfare. He wears furs that look mangy and armor made of boiled leather and scavenged steel. But his eyes are intelligent. That is the thing people forget about Redmaw. They think they are mindless beasts. Beasts don’t survive in the Wild Lands. Only the cunning do.