I wasn't always like I am. The hundreds of scars down my black short pelt were never there. My orange and Brian faded tail wasn't always a lethal weapon. My Amber eyes weren't always cold as ice. My orange and black paws weren't always covered in blood. My claws were always long but never sharp as thorns. I am The son of Zeus, ruler of the Shadow Stalkers group. I was trained to be the perfect warrior; to obey without question or concern. I am Ares.
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Ares
Fantasy-This is a warrior cats by Erin hunter fanfic- Ares is a loner with the coldest heart known in the . But what happens when we dig into his harsh past and find the truth about him? This is Ares's story from the start.
