Warriors Cats Whitestorm Novels & Stories

Since the White Tiger warcraft did not launch the first attack this time, the opponents were caught off guard by the appearance of the Black Hawk warcraft. By the time they reacted, they had lost several warcraft just like that. Pilots of the White Tiger warcraft were instantly furious. When had they ever been humiliated like this? They were the main warcraft team of the white tiger territory. As long as they made a move, the opponents would either surrender or be easily obliterated. They had never suffered such a big loss before.

They prefer keeping to themselves. There, a few meters outside our cave, a tall black silhouette figure emerged, followed by six of his warriors in wolf form. Their furs are white, which is considered a rare kind. According to our history, white wolves are the best fighters and are the closest descendants of the moon goddess's sentinels. They didn't say anything and only stood there to stare at us. I am aware that the person standing in the front is their alpha. "We need to speak with your Alpha."

“White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.” “So, there are wolves that can never overcome their weakness?” “Yes. Those sets of wolves belong to the green category. They’ve got natural strength. Just the normal human strength. Sometimes it’s genetics, their low motivation or the will of the goddess.” “And what does yellow signify?” I asked. Her expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if the look she gave was a good sign or a bad one.

I warned her " Let them come" she replied. There had always been a fetish around the killing of white wolves for the others. We were royalty, a rare kind, and so anyone who managed to kill one of us had hit gold. "I have walked freely for years Athena, nothing will happen to me. Don't worry" she said. "Two days ago, I was attacked by the Black Moon Pack, they know I'm the only pure white wolf left. Maybe they have began their stupid war again. I can't lose you too" I pleaded with her.

They looked at me. “White wolf? It’s been long,” Malcom answered. Titus was quiet, just analysing me. Most times I know when he is quiet, he is up to no good. “Valeria is a white wolf; we saw it with our own two eyes,” I said, looking at them. They gasped, but Tutus still kept quiet. “It’s not possible,” he said. I nod my head. “It is; she is a white wolf. She killed a lot of warriors, passing them in a blur. We need to work together pillars; we can capture her,” I said, desperately. Titus stood up.

My newfangled head was of a wolf staring back at me, her eyes a shiny turquoise like mine. But what triggered me the most was the fact I was a pure white. It eventually made me question my heritage and progeny. Pure white was considered strictly royal and even Diana was not pure white, she was a light brown. But every fur on my body appeared white. From what I remember there had been only three ancient female warriors that were pleasured with pure white. But why did I? My blood doesn't belong to the high ranked privilege. And why did I shift so late? Why was it Gray's fault that I did?

The battleground was set ablaze with the fury of battle as the White Moon's Pack clashed with the Dark Moon's Pack. Alpha Tigreal, with his imposing figure and commanding presence, led the charge. His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination.

He's looking at an open window. Thunderhoof, Whitman wolf is running in the eastern border. He also has feelings for Sequoia and Wisdom. He and Whitman fell for her before they discovered the gold triquetra she wears. He and Whitman had planned on not pursuing her when he heard she was pregnant but after seeking her mark they decided Wisdom and Sequoia would be theirs at any cost. Thunderhoof shifts after running into neutral territory. Whitman slides on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He’s looking at almost three hundred men waiting for his orders.

Lightning crackled faintly along Storm’s fur. Orion’s wolf moved like a shadow, fast and silent. Kael shifted beside Rose. His black wolf landed softly on the ground, ice-blue eyes blazing. Rose didn’t hesitate. Fire surged through her chest. Her bones shifted. The transformation rushed through her body like a wave. Her white wolf burst forward into the night. The clearing erupted into chaos. The ancient weapon roared again as the wolves attacked. Storm struck first. Her wolf leapt forward with unnatural speed, electricity crackling along her jaws as she slammed into the creature’s shoulder.

Everyone turned. A group of armored warriors charged into the chamber. Their armor was unlike anything Nova had ever seen. Dark silver steel covered every inch of their bodies. Black cloaks flowed behind them. Each warrior carried a spear tipped with shimmering silver crystal. And every shield bore the same Blackthorn crest. At their head rode a woman on an enormous white wolf. She leapt gracefully from its back the moment she entered the chamber. Her silver hair, streaked with hints of white from age, was braided down her back.