Warriors Crowfeather Novels & Stories

Now that she was calm, I was marked by her pretty features, which only made me wonder even more where her parents were. "But I must warn you all," the White Crow continues, "That though the Rebel Soldiers have run off with their tails between their legs like dogs and not fought against me like wolves would and should, they will try to come back and even dare to turn you against me. All I ask is that you do not be swayed by their empty promises and hollow lies. In return for this service which you will do for me, a simple thing, I will do everything in my power..."

"Why? You only care about your king. My love is at the front of that line, fighting for you." Ivona hisses at me. "My Master Red Fox means more to me than your king or Prince ever will mean to you." The red fox is in charge of one troop going to the south and Iron Coyote was in charge of the north troop. Same as them Drinks of Waterfall is responsible for the east troop. Red Fox has selected men from his choice whereas Iron Coyote and Drinks of Waterfall selected the rest of the troops I have the urge to stand and slap her across the face. The father to my child, my husband, the man I love with every bit of my heart is out there fighting right alongside Iron

Warriors stood at attention as they passed, blood-streaked and battle-weary, but their gazes followed Kael and Aria with unwavering loyalty. Inside the command tent, the remaining Council members waited—Elder Rowan, the ancient wolf of Wintermere, his silver hair braided with wolfbone; Velric, Alpha of the Eastern Claw, his arm in a sling and face set in stone; and two others, their eyes shadowed with suspicion and uncertainty. Kael didn’t wait for formalities. He stepped into the center and placed a bloodied fang on the war table—a fang torn from the Crimson Fang leader’s second-in-command, a brutal warrior named Maras who had nearly broken through their rear lines.

Cirold forced himself to endure the excruciating pain in his arm as he lay on the ground and quickly cut Nash off and said anxiously, "Enough, Dad! He re-really is the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors." Nash was not afraid, but Cirold met the Stormwing Riders. He was truly frightened, so his voice was shaking as he spoke.

“Is that right, old Griffin? You really think you could take on all of us?” Apollo snorted, his feathers ruffling down his spine. “I’m ‘ure I’ll have sum ‘elp.” Creed stepped forward, Adam now noticing that the scar he had placed on his face and neck was wiped away. Creed’s face now showed emotion, his eyebrows set in a stiff position of anger. Warriors pointed, wondering why Creed’s disturbing appearance was now that of a strong, magnificent dragon-shifter.

He turned around on the spot, and he spun around as he observed how many people had come to see their brave warrior fight. As Alpha Helix rose to his feet the crowd grew silent, "Today we have been honoured with a new warrior and species for our very own Clovis to fight." He said in a baritone voice. "After today you can all rest assured knowing that no harm will come to us once the word has spread through the packs like a disease." "Off with his head..." "Sell him to the highest bidder for cattle..." "Let me keep him, he will make a fine father to my offspring..."

Emberstar did care about his kits, whether he wanted to to admit it out loud or not. Eventually, Wrenpaw became Wrenflight. Ebonypaw became Ebonypelt, and Driftpaw became Driftwind. All four newly named warriors looked as if they were ready to burst with pride when the Clan chanted their names. Even Oakfire, Acorntail and Spruceleaf cheered their names. Flamestrike glanced at Reedriver in surprise to see that the normally grumpy RiverClan warrior was doing the same as he sat beside the SkyClan she-cat.

Warriors turned toward the outer ridge, dropping their spears with a clatter, as screams rang out in the distance, just as the fourth lash was about to land on her back. A dog howled as a spear slipped from a warrior’s grip. People ran off, shoving past the stunned onlookers and the ones who had cheered seconds ago now scattered like startled birds. “Move! Move!” “They are back again—!” Even through the blood and heat, Kaerith lifted her head, her vision blurred by tears and sweat. Her heart began racing as she felt the wrongness in the atmosphere. Just then, tents flapped open as people tore through them. Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground.

since you wanna play hard remember your men are under my control I can make them do this "he sad and snap his finger and all the wolf warriors behind him unleash their claws. "you wanna use out warriors against us " Cheyenne said glaring at him but he shook his head . " that won't be fun . now claw your hearts " he said and warriors obeyed .they stabbed their claws into their chest ,not with out wincing in pain and blood gushed out the sight was horrible and right now am starting to think it was a mistake taking the girl .

After a few seconds of silence, he goes on, “It’s someone from another pack. But one with rank. A warrior. Though low-ranked… but still…” He shakes his head. “This shouldn’t have happened.” I feel sick. “What’s his name?” I ask. His jaw clenches before he nods at Drake. Stepping forward, he clicks a few things on his table before handing it over to me, where a person’s information is flashed on the screen. Craig chooses out, “Wes. Wes Carter.” Wes… I remember him vaguely. He’s not that remarkable or someone one will remember much. He’s not particularly skilled, and he’s a man who blends easily into the crowd.