روايات وقصص ضمن Warriors Cats Thunder

If the Thunder Leopard reached the fifth level, its thunder attack could threaten the life of a master in the Human-Immortal Realm. He chuckled and made a magic signet with his divine sense. Purple Thunder Doom--Punishment from Gods! Dark clouds rolled, and lightning bolts ripped through the sky. A python-like bolt of lightning flew toward the Thunder Leopard. The Thunder Leopard was very smart. It swallowed its inner core and leaped into the air. Boom!

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Warriors burst from homes half-dressed, children cried, mothers shouted names, saving their kids from the fire as the smoke began to choke the sky. I smiled. That is my handwriting. This is an opportunity for…if they can scatter, I might have the chance I want. “There,” I whispered. “Run. Scatter. Show me your cracks.” From my hiding place, I watched Alpha Thomas appear near the arena, already issuing commands. “Form a line!” he barked. “Secure the eastern houses first! Warriors, move now!” He didn’t hesitate. Malcolm also came out a moment later, his presence was fierce and commanding.

Heavens had mercy on me because as soon as I closed my eyes, the bell rang indicating the beginning of class. Although I was used to pain, I was no sucker for it, so I scurried to class as fast as I could. In the process, I fell to the ground after successfully falling for a trap. While kissing the floor, then and there I knew someone had set his leg out for me. “Dick sucker, aren't you satisfied with sucking dicks, but now you want the ground?” I heard someone laugh, and the other students laughed along. I whimpered as I helped myself up. The beatings from my family yesterday was yet to heal. Today being Monday, I knew it was going to be a tough and long day.

Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee. Thunderstrike: “New class record: nine minutes, fifty-seven seconds. Previous record was twenty-three minutes by a pantheon of war gods who no longer exist.” He salutes us with the coffee mug. Thunderstrike: “Lesson one: Myths are just stories that forgot they can be edited. You six just red-penciled the entire library.” The obsidian floor beneath us etches six new names in glowing violet: BLACKBIRD · COYOTE · SUN · THUNDER · FOX · SCHOLAR

A low rolling growl comes from the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder makes the observers gasp and duck for cover. “Blow it up your ass, Zeus. You’re not needed or welcome here!” Hephaestus bellows into the sky. His voice shakes the ground and startles everyone, except for the Menae. The storm seems to ease enough for him to continue, but the thunder continues to come in rolling waves. “Stand your ground, Blood River!” I yell over the thunder. “Your loyalty protects your Luna and each other!” The pack members stand taller and take each other’s hands again with renewed confidence. They howl into the wind and thunder until it stops all together. When they see they see their solidarity ca

Bang! Bang! Bang! I wake up to a loud thumping on my front door. I crack open an eye, glancing at the clock: 7:30AM. Maybe if I ignore them, they'll go away. I think and cover my head with the pillow. Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thunder Pass was originally a no-man’s-land that served as the border between various nations. However, after its nearby cities were annexed by Sol, Mt. Thunder Pass naturally fell under its jurisdiction. James drove to the foothill of Mt. Thunder. After parking his car, he made his way up the mountain. There were a few wooden houses at the top of Mt. Thunder. This was where James faced off against the 28-nation martial art gurus. In one of the wooden houses…

It was a sound of loyalty—of fury—of love. Johnson stepped forward then, his voice strong and deep. “You heard your Alpha!” he barked. “We move as one. We strike fast, we strike clean. We bring our Luna home!” The warriors shouted again, their energy growing stronger, fierce and unstoppable. Some had already begun to arm themselves—swords glinting under the torchlight, daggers strapped to their belts, armor sliding into place. The metallic sounds of preparation filled the night air. I turned my gaze toward the dark forest beyond the pack borders. The wind blew from that direction, carrying with it the faint, familiar scent of her—Katrina. My chest ached, and my wolf pushed against my control