Warriors Comics Cats Novels & Stories

Alsie POV- I am on maximum mental overload. Another day, another mystery. Today the twist is the mystery information is coming from the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen, one I’m supposed to be worried about starting a war. “Andrew, what do you know about werecats? Tell us everything.”

“Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.” “For one they live longer and are bigger than average which is why you think Leo is part lion, but he isn’t. In fact, his parents are mostly cougar with lion on his mother side, but that is generations ago. After the first crossbreed thousands ago, most War cats are breed within.” My father paused as looked at me. I had questions and I think he was listening to them, as he picked back up.

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”

Trust Izzy and Reese to not use sense and slow down enough for the other warriors to keep up. Does she have the cat with her? Caleb asked. Yes, came the answer back. I could see Ren visibly relax and I understood that. The cat was amazing. I had watched it bite a rogue in half and play with it. I needed to remember to never get on its bad side. It doted on Izzy and I knew it wouldn’t let anything hurt her. I shifted and a second later Caleb joined me, tossing me a pair of athletic shorts that he got from a box near us. I caught the shorts in my hand and put them on as another wail came from Lucy.

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

She raised her chin and said, “He lies. We knocked on the door and had to send word through the one who answered we were here for an audience. We waited out here for some time before we were received.” “And if they can get through here, they can get to our packs,” Sam added, his voice laced with horror, and I couldn’t tell if he was acting or not. I didn’t tell him the entire plan, and he could very well believe that the werecats had the numbers to surround all the packs in the territories. “Unless you’re saying your warriors are lacking.” Alpha Raymond’s face was red as he looked towards Ezra. “They are not,” Ezra stated, emotionless, robotic. “I have assessed the warriors here. The werecat

I narrowed my gaze, trying to make sense of the situation. "Shoo!" I shouted, waving my sword at the cat. "Go away!" The cat meowed, then turned and scampered away, disappearing into the darkness. I closed the door to my quarters, leaning back against it as I let out a long sigh. It had been a long day, full of battles and surprises. As I slumped onto the couch, a smile played at the corners of my mouth. The triumph of reclaiming my throne, coupled with the unexpected passion of my encounter with Otsana, had left me feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.

Desmond snickers. “Cats?” I ask. “Panthers, lions, cheetahs,” he says. “There are more, but you get the point.” I nod. “There are also other shifters,” Forrest adds. “We get along fine with most shifters.” “Isn’t it cliché for wolves to not get along with cats?” I raise a brow and a smile tugs at my lips. “Nobody gets along with the cats,” Phoenix says, disgust clear on his face. “Not even the other cats. They have to keep the lions and tigers separate because the alphas got

Now, I was highly respected throughout the industry, and the projects under my leadership were directly shaping the trajectory of technological trends. Declan had long since stepped back from day-to-day operations, confidently handing Skysoar Tech's future to me. That night, inside the penthouse apartment overlooking the city skyline, a white, chubby tabby cat curled itself atop the highest platform of a custom-built cat tree. Hanging from its neck was a delicate silver tag. One side was engraved with its name, Snowball. The other read "Levi Young's Home". Now and then, it would lazily glance toward my computer screen with its amber-colored eyes, let out a sleepy yawn, and drift right back i

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”