Warriors Cats Yellowfang Novels & Stories

Smoke spat, letting her hackles rise defensively. "Well, aren't you just an ignorant brat?" the dark gray she-cat muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Well, for starters, my name is Yellowfang. I don't normally travel this far from the stars, but it is obvious you need help. ShadowClan aren't going to accept you so easily if you just act the way you are now." And just who does she think she is ordering me around like that? Smoke thought indignantly. "I don't have to do anything you tell me!" Smoke retorted. Yellowfang only rolled her eyes once more and looked as if she was ready to swipe the smug look off Smoke's face.

**Shyfter** ‘As always, our little brother, forever the self chosen ambassador for peace! That's fine, let's see how YOU will handle this, Ambassador. The rest of us will observe these new strangers. Kugri, would you please go inform the Others about our guests? We shouldn't be hasty to turn to the side of violence to solve our problems, when words are far less deadly.’ A huge rust colored wolf, with glowing orange eyes suggested. **Anaki** ‘Shyfter, you will remain behind with Moon. I have a feeling you two will make an interesting team on this one. If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood?’

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Stepping closer, they move out of the shadows and that's when I see them clearly. 15 vicious rogues snarled at me, while taking small predator steps towards me. Surrounding me, they trapped me from all sides leaving no means of escape. My body shivered as I saw the colour of their eyes changing. From yellow the blood Red. Showing only one emotion that scared the shi* out of me and my weak wolf. Hunger And Fervour The archaic name of the word that blinds everyone's senses and makes all of us descendents of animals.

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

I was not far, and if I ran fast enough it would only a 10-minute sprint. "I don't want to alarm you, but if you must know, one of our warriors has betrayed us and no one knows where he is." "Well good thing I have the warriors that Damian sent to protect me." "That's the thing Diana, those warriors have gone silent. No one can reach out to them." I looked behind me as I continued my pace back to the house. The grey wolf was trailing closer behind me. "Um, Eric, what does this warrior look like?" "Well, slightly smaller Fenrir warrior, dark grey, brown eyes, also has white fur on his right paw, you can't miss it."

Some flinched; others snarled and pressed forward. Then… A darker howl cut through the chaos—low, and painfully familiar. Crystal’s stomach dropped. Through the smoke, a figure emerged. His once-brown fur was streaked with black veins, his eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. Scars, some fresh and still bleeding, marred his flanks. His movements were jerky, wrong, as though something else moved his body like a puppet. “George…” The name escaped her lips in a whisper. The wolf that had once been George padded forward. The Silver Fang warriors shifted aside for him, their heads bowed briefly—not in respect, but fear.

He is across the room in a flash, and by the sides of Mateo’s wolf Nyko and Javier’s wolf Nero. Both a deep brown colouring, Nyko had a lighter brown undertone to his fur and amber eyes. Nero had a darker brown undertone to his fur and deep brown eyes. Both wolves are familiar to me as they were warriors when I first shifted at the age of 17, not to mention close friends of my family. I had trained with them many times and knew they were skilled fighters but they were to be the first to leave this fight as arranged, which I knew would drive them crazy.

“Brady, we need to talk.” “What’s up?” I ask. She seems concerned. “Um. I don’t know how to say this.” She rubs the back of her neck. Now I’m nervous. “What’s wrong?” I push. Gina rarely asks for assistance and hardly ever seems unnerved by something. “Well, you see, there’s a problem with one of the warriors from White Fang.” She says, squinting her eyebrows. “I thought they were gone.” I say, trying to keep my composure.

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.