Warriors Thunderclan Novels & Stories

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

The journey was long and tiring, but they finally arrived at the Claw pack. Upon arrival, the group was greeted by the pack leader, Kaida, who was a tall and imposing werewolf with jet black fur. Kaida welcomed them to the clan and expressed gratitude to Zemo by bowing to him for their assistance. The pack leader, Kaida, greeted the newcomers warmly but was also cautious. She wanted to ensure that the newcomers were indeed skilled warriors and mages before she could fully trust them. To test Silas's skills, she arranged for an ambush in the forest.

_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ The next morning Rex and his personal guard consisting of Makai and 7 of the highest ranked warriors set out to reach the Council Grounds some 350 miles north of the Sakura territory. They lived on the border of the northern Royal Trinity lands while the other 4 Packs were further to the south and had peaceful, easy lives compared to their Royal counterparts. It was a boring trip in the past years and Rogues found a way to know when and if the Packs were meeting and usually didn't make any moves on the traveling parties. THIS year, however, there is a new Alpha to try to convince to leave the Council, to break the Council Law and join the rogues

However, if Alectrona violates the law and orders once again, the moon goddess needs to protect her creations. I nodded at the wolf, holding a big horn. He immediately obeyed and blew it, creating a loud ear-piercing sound. The sound of loyalty and dominance. The cries of my kingdom at Shadow Rock. The uproar of my wolves. The rage in Thorin's eyes. The sound of Jaque's voice echoed in the air. The big horn was lifted, signaling our warriors to prepare. Two warriors raised our flags higher, a symbol of our unity and loyalty.

I had never heard of such a thing, as Alpha Gunner did little to educate me about life outside the pack. Thomas smiled, “the council is a ruling body, and they house the Shadow Warriors which are like the peace keepers of the supernatural world, I wouldn’t be surprised if they step in and do something about Gunner. He’s a ruthless beast who has been out of control for far too long. He’s a lunatic who has to be stopped.”

“Beauty exists... but it is not harmless. Nothing here is.” Thales pointed to the horizon, where the border lines still smoldered. “Avalon is divided into four clans. Each one attuned to an element. The Tron Clan—fire and desert. The Varyn Clan—air and mountains. The Nara Clan—water, seas, and rivers. The Tora Clan—earth and forest.” “Great,” Aurora replied sarcastically. “Magical geography. As if that helps.” Thales didn't laugh. “Tron is where we come from. The best of the four. The most brutal. A place that kills the weak, but where the strong are born.”

I would not let it. The thunderous roar of paws thudding against the earth sent snow tumbling from the mountaintops. The earth shook beneath my paws. The tension and loneliness I’d been holding onto flared brighter for a moment before disappearing altogether. I was a warrior. I was the Young Luna of the Blue Moon Pack, and the Bloodpelt Prowler wolves were my enemies. Moving here did not change who I was. Being in Winterpaw was my greatest show of duty to Blue Moon yet. It made my connection to them stronger, not weaker.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

In typical Jade fashion the reports are color coded, cross-referenced and she has included a flash drive to d******d all of it to my laptop. I notice right away that the more magical cats, “The Magi,” don’t mix often with the warrior groups. Sensing that this could hurt us as a pride I set out to remedy this. I partner up a warrior with a “Magi” and assign all to meet three times a week to brainstorm possible strategies. There are some new werecats that haven’t gotten too involved, that has to change as well. It would be all hands on deck for the foreseeable future. Everyone had something they could contribute. We are growing, but if we are to survive as a species, we are going to ne