Warrior Cats Oc Novels & Stories

He told them to help the two omegas. The strong winds made the leaves fall again from the five trees. The two omegas and the five warriors were getting more confused about how to put all the leaves into the large black plastic bag. “I’m getting dizzy looking at them.” I left the terrace and walked towards the chief warrior’s room. The warriors we passed bowed to us. “I heard Alaric found a nanny who can make him stop crying and take a nap,” Duncan said as we were about to enter the room with the white iron door.

“I can’t…” “We are the last line of defense Wolf Creek has, Blood Moon has our children, pregnant, young, and elderly safe. Blood Moon warriors are waiting to aid us, we are here to fight for our Alpha who has done nothing but fight and provide for us,” Kitty interrupts me, making me blush and nod my head glad that they already have a plan.

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

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.”

Everyone unconsciously looked in the direction of the smell of urine. They saw that the Curtain of Night was organizing the second-in-command of cigars. He was so scared that he peed his pants on the spot! Terrifying! Seeing that the cigar master was scared out of his wits, Catie was completely stunned. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Warlord Albert, are you really not joking?" "Although you are a legend in the military world and an undefeated God of War, our Nightfall Organization is not to be trifled with!"

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

Catriona’s POV It’s even worse than I thought. At first glance, we are massively outnumbered by the invaders, some of whom are engaged in vicious battle with our men. Many more are hidden, launching silver arrows and felling Alpha Kael’s wolves. Lucian curses colourfully.

She decided it was time to bring some order to the room. “I am Katalea. I am the alpha of the Freedom Pride and Dakari here is my mate. We are werecats and, here I speak for myself, am very intrigued to meet you all” Dakari nodded and chimed in, “A few days ago, we discovered an ancient book. It has not even been taken from the ancient oilcloths that wrap it, but here you all are, already knowing. I, for one, am anxious to hear your explanations.”

No matter what Orion projected or tried to get me to feel, it wouldn’t have any effect. I watch as Orion stands next to Jasper, dressed only in shorts as well. His eyes scan the crowd for me and he winks. I give him my best smile. Yes, people are watching and we must give them what they want. “Lastly, and a late addition to the tournament was this wild card, our own Shadow Warrior, Tyson Collins formerly of the Blood Claw pack,” my father says, waving toward Tyson. Immediately the entire left side of onlookers jump to their feet and cheer loudly. It literally makes the air thicker somehow and more electric. Tyson gives them a small beauty pageant wave and I nearly snicker.

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.