Warriors Cats Seasons Novels & Stories

Three days later, it was time to leave the werecats kingdom after a treaty was set. All the leaders of shifters and demons were present at the treaty. Two days ago. Sara sat with Artemis away from the crowd of men in the large hall. At first the hall was empty with only the Autumn Pack members and alpha and the Royal Prides belonging to the werecats. Today was a rare occasion for Sara who wanted to know many creatures that exists amongst them just as Cassandra had told her.

It was going to be a long year once the trials started. The shift changed, and so the Warriors heading home walked back with me. It was peaceful, but I would never let anyone know that. There was no time for peace, not while there were wars raging and a vile Vampire to hunt down. There was no room for weaknesses in my Warriors. I knew they had them, but they did not let them show; Made them strong.

It feels like it solidifies the fact that we are taken. After lunch, the packs with warriors still in battle go back to the battlefield. Others choose to go watch while some take the afternoon to let their wolves run or relax. By 4pm, we have gotten to the final 100 warriors. All the warriors from our three packs are still in the running. By 6pm, that number has dropped to 50 and some of Rik’s and Liam’s warriors were eliminated by our warriors and a couple other warriors that are doing very well are still in the fight. By 8pm, we are down to the final 10. Eli and I have five warriors still fighting, Liam has three and Rik has two. All the other packs have been eliminated.

Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

It could only be done in mumbles and whispers. "And also," the first elder suddenly voiced out, gaining everyone's attention and away from their conversations. He sent me a quick gaze with a little smile plastered on his face which indicated that he wanted to say something else that had to do with me, and returned his gaze to the others present. "Doris here will form a new league which will be called the 100 Warriors. You all are also to note that those who enter the 100 Warriors and survive the training, will have the opportunity to directly enter the chief warrior seat under the highest leader of the Iron Claw Warriors, and can also lead other warriors." He paused and looked at the faces o

They had been pushed around by the warriors from second-grade worlds, and each time they looked at a warrior from a third-grade world, they would feel incredibly uncomfortable. As time slowly passed, the warriors gathered gradually lost their patience, especially the warriors from third-grade worlds. A warrior from the Lycan Continent said to his fellow disciple, "What's taking so long? Why hasn't it ended? It's already a day later than any other slaughter game before! Did something happen? Is the situation completely messed up? Why aren't they out yet? We were told to wait for their triumphant return, and I hope nothing bad happened."

They were upset from seeing their parents leave suddenly, and when they overheard the others saying that they were going to war, many of them began to cry. My story seemed to help, but since I only ever heard it once, overhearing an elder reciting it to Chris and Misty while I was doing chores, I had to fill in the blanks for most of it. And since the pups needed a fun distraction, the filled in bits just naturally came out silly. “How many Warriors are left,” I asked nervously. “Five,” Duncan reported, still bouncing around excitedly, but his face sobered quickly when he saw the worry in my face. “Why, what’s wrong?”

He walks into Oona's game room and takes a seat, all smiles. "I've been meaning to spend quality time with you, Pretty. But the pack is preparing for the annual mating ceremony which happens yearly for us. So, we're working harder on getting more warrior recruits to toughen security." He explains. "An annual mating ceremony? When will that be?" "You would be surprised, because it's still a few months away. About three months and a couple of days." "And the warriors are already taking their training seriously?" I ask him. "Yeah. Can't remember that stuff they say about powerful preparation." He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board.

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.