Warriors Cats Symbols Novels & Stories

She can’t sing. Didn’t you see her marking on her wolf? She’s all black with blue-tinted fur with a white symbol on her chest! Okay, well what does that symbol mean? It means that she’s the incarnation of the Goddess of Water. The upside-down triangle on her chest is an ancient symbol of water. What. The. Fuck?

"What did that dork do to make you enlightened to such things?" "Hey jerk! I heard that! I am not that useless, you know!" Simon butted in but Team just ignored him as if he didn't speak. "As you know, I am only good at researching facts and truths. But with myth, technology and such, I don't know anything about it. You know I am not that fond of fiction. So I asked Simon to research about the winged symbol. The most common symbol he associate the winged symbol with are the some Clans." As Ash was explaining this to his bestfriend, Team was looking at him like he just sprouted a cactus on his head.

Aliza looked like she was going to cry. Minahil looked at the couple thoughtfully. Aban didn't want Aliza to worry for Liam. It meant two things. Either he didn't want to trouble her or he didn't want her to worry for Liam and from Aban's expression and Liam and Abraham's talks she concluded that Aban hated Liam and Liam wasn't his son. Though Aliza was worrying a lot for Liam. Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him."

Hera agreed, her gaze fixed on her target stuffed toy inside the claw machine she was playing with. When they were younger, they used to be incredibly envious of their classmates who had access to city tours. However, despite how much they would like to visit the city as well, they are unable to do so due to their Queen Mother's strict prohibition. The werewolves' Queen Mother forbids them from mingling with so many humans out of concern that they might pick a conflict and endanger their tribe. Sitting on the stool next to Hera, Callie questioned, "Why does Marcus seem to be taking so long?"

Warriors paraded, showing off their skills and their finest uniforms. Then finally, a huge vessel of water was hoisted above the crowd. A warrior took the ancient golden axe of Kitah and struck the vessel. It broke, dousing the crowd in water- symbolic of the new life for everyone in the Kingdom. The ceremony lasted for a week. They all wine and dine together and the following week everyone was back to their normal life.

“Keep going.” So we did. I moved along the pillar, copying each section onto fresh parchment and handing the pages to Garrik. He compared the symbols against his book, writing whatever meanings he could beneath them. Most were guesses. Some weren't. And now that we knew what to look for, one symbol started appearing everywhere. Alpha King. Again. And again. Always among symbols we only partially understood. Moon. Blood. Strength. Clan. And repeatedly— First Luna. I copied another section and slid the parchment toward Garrik.

I conclude, feeling a bit proud of myself. “You catch on very quickly, and you’re right. A white wolf is, let’s say, the symbol of being a dominant alpha female.” Getting out of my chair, I move and stand in front of my office window. The sun was setting and there were some warriors who were still training. Mindlinking them, I order them to rest and get dinner, and they immediately leave the training arena. I continue watching the setting sun. My head still spinning with information overload.

The little boy gives a proud salute, waving. I try to smile as I return the salute--it’s the one we all learn in school. Our hands outstretched before us, our fingers wide--the symbol of the sun. It is only after moving to Crescent City and learning more about werewolf and witch culture that I learned it to be a symbol of hate as well. They don’t teach the Witch Wolf Wars in the same way at my school. When we are taught what happened, humans are painted as the heroes. And this symbol, one praising the sun itself, is seen as one of devotion and love to the righteous path.

* Cerberus * The den still smelled of smoke from the war council, but beneath it, I could taste something sharper, fear. Not the kind that sends warriors fleeing, but the kind that burrows into their bones and starts eating away at loyalty. They had looked at me more tonight than they had at her. They didn't mean it as disrespect, not openly. But the warriors were measuring strength, as warriors always do, and to them strength is teeth, claws, and a wolf that can break an enemy's spine in a single strike.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.