Well Drawn Warrior Cats Ocs Novels & Stories

(Cathy pov) My name is Cathy and I am an omega as the wolves call it, wolves that are tagged omega's are usually traitors, criminals and wolves with very low social standings. I was born into wealth but that didn't last long in my life,my father was an army general, yeah 'was' he died in battle... I think his death was planned by his fellow generals. After my father died the other army general did everything they could to take all my fathers wealth and left us with nothing...we hard to struggle to get by everyday afraid of being shamed and bullied. My life isn't something interesting I have been living as an omega for as long as I can remember, my life has been really hard it isn't filled wi

Her friends giggled. Even I couldn’t stop my mouth from laughing at these girls. Yes, the warriors looked like they came out of a magazine cover titled Alpha Candy. One of them flexed his arms and kissed his biceps, knowing very well a group of she-wolves was watching. His eyes met mine and he winked. I immediately got repulsed. “Let’s go,” I said to Alicia. “Come on, a little while more,” she whined, staring at a warrior on the side with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at his warriors with disgust.

And this measly warrior was nothing, compared to the aura that had poured off a furious, blood-thirsty Alpha. I spit the snow in my mouth straight at his eyes. He roars. And for the split second he lifts his paw off my chest to wipe his eyes, I dash out from underneath him. I scream Noel’s name, but the only thing I hear back is silence. I see his body, motionless underneath the other warrior as he bends his head over his throat. I can’t see his amber eyes. “Fucking Omega.”

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

“But I want all the details.” “Agreed. I want all the details from you too.” She responded. They started sparring again and I have to admit; their technique is good. They both are strong and fluid in their movements. They would make decent warriors in addition to weapons handling and nerdy tech stuff. I’m curious to see what kind of wolves they would have too. I don’t think either of these women would get a classification of Omega from the Moon Goddess. I think a warrior status would be fitting for these too.

An unfamiliar cry came from the woods across from us, and I spun around to see dozens of werecats running towards me at top speed, clearly coming to attack. I didn’t see Azami anymore, but I was sure she was nearby. I needed to lift the spell on our warriors, but first, that meant I had to get to her. My body quivered with residual pain from the curse, but the feeling of freedom from my wolf was more than enough to drown it out. She saw the approaching enemy and howled with glee, ready to fight. I ran forward, as far in front of the rest of the wolves as I could get, meeting the werecats head on.

Something cracked open in my chest quietly, the same way it had in the corridor the first night, without making a sound. “Whenever you want.” I said. She nodded. Went back to drawing. I went back to pretending to read the report. When she left an hour later she showed me the drawing before she went. A wolf, mid stride, heavy lines, asymmetrical the way real wolves were asymmetrical, movement in it. I looked at it. “It’s Midnight.” She said. “But I gave her weight.” She looked at me seriously. “Like mama says. Things look more real when you give them weight.”

I hear Joyce yells after me. I ignore her and continue running, then I hear her footsteps behind me. * * Writer's pov Crescent pup's home...! Chaos everywhere! Rogues and pack warriors fighting, all in wolf forms... biting on each other mercilessly. The warriors are outnumbered, which makes it difficult for them to win against the rogues. "Bloody hell, we are almost too late!" Micah exclaims. Xander growls as he sees his warriors getting killed.. dying by the hands of the rogues.

he muttered in my ear. “It’s real,” I whispered back. He nodded, clapped Aaron on the shoulder with a force that would have staggered a normal man. Aaron didn’t flinch. “You hurt her, King or not…” Drew left the threat hanging. “Understood,” Aaron said, completely serious. Leo and Jace, younger and less burdened, just looked around with wide eyes. “This is so cool,” Jace breathed, staring at a massive grey warrior wolf who was politely sniffing his jacket.

By the time she’s done, everyone has arrived. I call my wolves to order, and along with my two advisors and Willow, get on the raised platform to address them. There are seventy in attendance. I probably need at least a hundred more, but this is what I can manage for today. I will send them to the biggest territories first. “Settle down,” I bark. These wolves are warriors. Unlike the household Omegas, they’re excited about the war and anxious to get going. A quiet settles over the group. I nod, take out the oath box and put it on the council table next to the scissors and thread. I can feel Willow’s judgment, but to her credit, she doesn’t say anything, not even through our mind link.