Warriors Cats Rusty Novels & Stories

His hands moved fast, eyes shining like he was building a fortress to save the world from mutant invaders. “Then Papi gave me a mission to protect the cats! So Marble’s the gate guard. Pepper’s the shadow soldier. Spaghetti’s the bomb guy. But Spaghetti ate the cable. So Papi fired him!” Erick tried hard not to laugh. “Fired him?” Ash nodded hard. “He ATE THE CABLE!” I slid the pastry tray onto the cooling rack and wiped my hands on my pants. “We’re gonna need employment contracts for these cats if this keeps up,” I muttered to the oven.

“I can take them all.” “I’d like to see you try, Kitty Cat,” Katie retorted, to which he frowned. “Chief Bess, we’ll take on the Storm Brothers,” Raja said. “Miranda, Foxfires, get him!” With a bolt of our feet, we went to our opponents. Masaru beat his drums, and thunder tore our eardrums apart. Clang!

< Cyro stated as he placed his ear on Phoenix’s stomach, listening to the beans cooking inside. Phoenix whimpered, >Who the heck are you talking about?< Cyro looked up from his stomach at his mate, that looked about ready to attack him. Crawling closer to his mate, he said, >Dante—Dante’s proper name is Winsor—Sloth is his title, Kitten.< Phoenix turned and sat up then looked down at Cyro asking, >Oh really? That’s an odd name, so you’re Cyro Wrath Silver. He is Winsor Sloth Silver, who are the rest?<

One day soon I will take my revenge. "We're almost there, sis. Just a few more minutes." I say as we come up to the last turn. Then it hits me. My wolf starts to go wild, howling and acting unease. "What the hell is wrong with you, Black?" "Ricky... I... I think mate is here." "WHAT?" I yelled out, making my driver press the brake and causing Molly to spill her juice. "Ricky! What the hell?" "Alpha, everything ok?" my other driver and the rest of my warriors in the other cars say as they barge around my car. "Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry guys, continue." I announce, making them look at each other in concern.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Aleister gaped pausing his task. "Ohh, no. Never. Well except for my evil ex-boyfriend who was a monster both in bed and in person, but real monster's nah ah. Manticat and I always hold out our own for decades. He may not look like it right now but my little baby is a very ferocious feline." Ruby smiled directing a fond gaze at the familiar who had just returned from the house carrying a miniature version of Ruby's scythe. The feline swung the scythe to the tree bark making a small dent, he swung again more brutally making the tree shake since it was still young and lanky. A squirrel suddenly fell on him making him release a feral screech and brawl with the squirrel.

And gods help me, that place had turned into absolute chaos. Lauren, Lucian, and Adrian were already more trouble than most grown warriors, and their cat—yes, their damned cat—had somehow made everything worse. I stood in the doorway of the nursery one afternoon, arms folded across my chest as I stared at the scene in front of me with slow disbelief. “I can't even describe how my courtroom has turned into a cat’s room,” I muttered dryly. Maureen snorted softly behind me, clearly amused. Gold lay proudly across the center rug, her massive black body curled protectively around her newborn kittens, while that filthy stray male cat—her so-called mate—sat nearby like he owned the entire castle.

“You address me as Alpha.” “Thank you,” I said, glancing at him. Now was the moment of truth. There was a murmur from the warriors surrounding the werecats, and I looked to see a warrior edging his way in. He nervously glanced at the werecats as he scooted past them and jogged up the steps to whisper to Alpha Raymond.

Rusty the Tiger King! This man was a legend in Asher City. This was a man who was responsible for protecting the City Lord of Asher City. Rusty the Tiger King was exactly as his title stated. He was a Tiger King! He had power several times stronger than a Tiger because he was a Tiger King. This man was capable of handling four to five Tigers alone and come out unscathed! It was said that his gaze alone could demoralize a troop of warriors and his aura was enough to crush the will of another. The guards like many others thought that this was an exaggeration. After all, how could a person’s gaze break the will of another? Yet they had experienced it for themselves today! And now they knew that

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”