Romans & histoires Warriors Cats Thunder

DPOV Songs: Un4gvn by Ruby Beardman ft. Two Beards The council room reeked of anxiety. I could feel it pouring out of all the attendees seated around the circular table. It wasn't the usual crowd that used to attend when Victor ran them, but they had become somewhat familiar to me. Unfortunately, these meetings had also become about as useful as tits on a bull. "Any news from Inferion," I turned to ask Tasha. "No. I'm afraid not," she solemnly shook her head. "We sent another raven this morning but one of the scouts saw it shot down before it even made it past the pines."

Which is super fun, although I didn't get to celebrate it many times growing up, dad always wanted to go as count Dracula, and that really gets boring after a while, and I grew too old to play along with him. "Mine is gonna be a kitty like me," Beth says, everything gotta be a cat with that girl. "Cats aren't that scary," I tell her, our pumpkins should be scary, not cute. "They are, it can be a tiger, tigers are scary!" Beth says. "Kitty, tigers aren't cats," I say. "They are from the family close enough, now go rogue," Adrian says putting the girl down on the ground and letting her go find her own pumpkin.

She rubbed her eyes just to make sure that she wasn’t seeing things. It was true—the painting was moving! The robes of the emperor bellowed through an invisible wind, while the four animals surrounding him started to move in circles. Jade moved her face closer. The animals stopped. Then, without warning, started to move forward and towards her—the white tiger, the red bird, the blue dragon, and the black tortoise! Mesmerized by what she was seeing, Jade lifted her hand to touch the painting. CRAAAACK! A loud rumbling sound filled the room. Then, there was a sudden sensation from her belly—as though an invisible hook had tethered itself and yanked her forward and up. Jade let out a scream tha

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

I know the thunder can feel the new power pulsing through our bond to the thunder. I pump my fist into the sky and whoop with happiness. The thunder responds instantly, shouting or bugling their response. I smile. I am Skylar, Queen Cyryl’s rider. Together, we will lead this thunder into the next phase of our lives. We will not allow the royals to destroy us. If it comes down to us or them, then we will crush them. Scout Commander POV “Would you look at that. It’s the whole fucking thunder,” one of my scouts says beside me.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

Dirt and leaves joined in with the wind as it grew taller and taller, thicker and wider. She was building a tornado. My heart sped up in my chest. Watching her in the middle of a violent tornado had my panic spiking but I remained where I was. Warriors took steps back from her, staying as far away as possible to not get caught in the gusts that were becoming stronger. It was reaching into the sky while the clouds above us became a stormy dark grey. Thunder clashed. Lightning speared. The war cry coming from the sky was louder than any pounding of paws.

For he called my true name with the authority of the beaded crown giving to him by the Eledunmare the creator, for which all must bow to his will, he compelled me to come back, having no choice but to retreat, shaming me before my adversary and wounding my pride in the process, with one last howl of rage I was drawn back through the portal he summoned back into Orun Alakeji the realm of gods. “Oh,’’ Obiora finally said, disappointed, "it was not your fault though, the sky king had to be such a chicken, the other thunder god would understand, with the stupid pact and all, about time someone set gods from different pantheons against each other for some sell out WrestleMania, I know you would h

Jake smirked. ‘Let’s go, Jake, let's go kill those disgusting beings.’ Thunder, Jake’s Wolf said. ‘Don’t worry buddy, we are going there now.’ Thunder liked the sound of that since they took their mate, all, he wanted to do was spill blood. “Get the warriors ready, we leave in twenty minutes, I want us to ambush and kill them all. After that, I am going for London, I will be damned if I let him take my pack after killing my father and kidnapping my mate.”