Warriors Cats Redtail Novels & Stories

I had my allies. To my left, Amandla of the Redwood Pack leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn’t one for pleasantries. The warrior-wolf preferred her battles loud and messy, her words as sharp as her claws. Even now, she looked restless, like she was one wrong word away from flipping the table and demanding we get on with it. I was surprised she was this agile. She was young and inexperienced but she spoke with so much wisdom. Margo of the Decalon Pack was her opposite. The healer sat straight-backed, calm, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.

As if I need her support. I close my eyes and beg the Moon Goddess to help me with this. I don't want to fight Enya, but I can only prove my position here by doing just that. As Alpha, I am the strongest wolf in this pack, and it would be considered a dick move if I sent out a regular warrior to fight a notorious killer. That's right, I need to focus on everything she did rather than remind myself of memories we made together. Today she's not the Enya I'm crazy about; today, she's Red, the bastard I have been trying to catch for years. If I knew Red was a woman and not a man as I assumed, I'd train women in our pack and create lines of female war weapons.

Princess Reda said, Tabrett hesitated before transforming into a pure brown wolf, holding her clothes with her teeth and Princess Reda narrowed her eyes at the wolf as it jumped out, she thought she saw a symbol on its tail; only Royals could have a mark on the head or tail except a birth mark, she shrugged the thoughts off.

At the rushed pace, Rex and his wolves got to the Council Grounds a full day before the rest of the packs, or so they thought. Lady Kitsune, a Council wolf, was waiting for their arrival, greeted them warmly, and showed them where they would be staying for the duration of the Gathering. Wanting to speak with Kitsune alone, Rex ushered Makai and his wolves to go in the house and relax. Taking the hint, Makai ushered the wolves away.

Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past. The next chapter of her discovery unveiled the resurgent werecats, a species once thought to be extinct. The enigmatic presence preserving their existence amidst the brink of oblivion was the revelation of Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter's transformation into a Tiger form in the fateful year of 1983. He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline.

DARRYL “No, you're lying," I said, but my voice shook. "It can't be him." Katrina's smile grew wider. "Oh, but I saw him clearly. A massive wolf, bigger than any I've ever seen. His red fur almost looked black in the moonlight." I flinched at her description, my hands starting to shake. "The way he moved was... different," she continued, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Like a predator playing with his prey. But you already know how he hunts, don't you, Darryl?"

He laughs again lowly and slyly, “The platoon of council warriors I have waiting for them have something special planned.” My temper rose, fury, dark and dormant, like I had never felt before. It surfaced and I felt myself wanting to shift, my wolf was at the forefront, and she wanted blood. Crane must have seen something in my eyes as his hand dropped from my neck and he took a step back.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

“And it’s your fucking fault!” Kian transformed into his wolf having enough of him, but he was caught off guard when a familiar wolf pounced on top of Richmond. He watched as his father’s wolf and Elder Landon’s wolf began tearing Richmond limb from limb. He looked around and wolves were fighting. Blood was being spilled and he had more blood to spill as his eyes took on the only remaining World Council member that didn’t cowardly take off. By the end of it all, the blood of the World Council member was soaking the ground beneath the paws of his pack members. They stood tall, driving out the remaining wolves that cowardly ran from them.