Brown Warrior Cat Names Novels & Stories

“Who else?” She blushes then, looking down at the shadows in her lap, and his heart breaks clear in half. “All right,” she says slowly, after a minute, reaching out a finger to tap one kitten on the nose. “This one is Tempest, Storm of Dawn,” she murmurs, making Jesse’s face break into a wide grin. “And this one,” she says, moving her finger over to the next kitten, who sits up straight and looks eagerly up into her eyes, “is Mittens!”

I barely had time to register what happened when his arms came around me, then I felt my face break the surface. I coughed a bit as a warm hand cradled my face. I blinked until I could see and those purple eyes staring back at me. He licked his lips as his eyes moved to mine. “My tiger’s name is Rowe. My father’s people were Celtic and his mother was Middle Eastern. Her line of Caspian tigers are now extinct in the human world, have been for decades I think. Rowe means, “red one.” My father’s people had tints of reddish orange hair,” he said, as he ran his thumb over my cheek.

Charlotte asked. “Names of my daughters are Cloudpelt Calmbark, Starburst Passenger, Wyslisa, Krotdroutelyn Anvilcloak, Veris, Ashia, Osagia, Sesu, Vozsa, Stax, Lolta, Youngmane Couragetail, Ashpaw Humblefang, Boneclaw Graytail, Azui, Yila, Amu, Chuga, Orora, Lileth, Shylia, Xeneli, Aeznys, Fyrysh, Liliniana & Catthine” I said.

“Relax, Sena. She wants to meet you. “ The tigress circled around me. Its fangs were jutting and I bet she’d make a snack out of me anytime! I just closed my eyes, until I felt someone’s presence beside me. I took a peek and saw Sean beside me. “Hold her mane, Sena.” I stroke her fur like Sean did. I never imagined I would be able to hold a tiger in my whole life! It’s fantastic. “She knows you now. Her name is Ming and her cubs are Mong and Tang. “ The names fitted them well. Ming, because she looked like a house cat. Tang, because the cub looked like an orange juice and Mong because… whatever. I didn’t really know how Sean came up with those names. Maybe he got it from Chinese dynasties. H

“Durandal!” “Head Fan!” “Head Fan!” “Head Fan!” “Domineering Tiger!” “Domineering Tiger!” “Domineering Tiger!” “Frowning Tiger!” “Frowning Tiger!” “Frowning Tiger!” “Rash Tiger!” “Rash Tiger!” “Rash Tiger!” “Beastly Tiger!” “Beastly Tiger!” “Beastly Tiger!” “Wandering Cheetah!” “Wandering Cheetah!” “Wandering Cheetah!” “Unbound Mongoose!”

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

But even without him responding, I already realized he was not Winston because his black fur has a bit of a blue shade. "No. Woman." "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Woman." I must be still half asleep, as I mistakenly thought that the wolf was introducing his name as "woman." Well, all the members of the main family have names that start with W, so I thought Woman was a name too. The black-furred wolf stomped its feet in frustration. He roared before he spoke to me, yelling. "My name is Wakkin! What kind of male wolf would be named like that?"

The domains were grouped according to the colors of the fur. Brown shadow pack (brown fur— kingdom Alleouz), headed by Alpha Aurthur and Luna Bella. Black Moon pack (black fur— kingdom Arlington) headed by Alpha Greenwood and Luna Loretta. Green moss pack (green fur— kingdom Bloomfield ), headed by Alpha Aloysius and Alpha Natalie. And lastly, the White Claw pack (White fur— kingdom Blanchard-Ville ) headed by Alpha Lucien and Luna Lucy, my parents. I know I should have stopped and explained to them that it was a mistake instead of making it seem like it was an imposter or a lone Wolf, but I couldn't. I was too scared.

< Cyro stated as he placed his ear on Phoenix’s stomach, listening to the beans cooking inside. Phoenix whimpered, >Who the heck are you talking about?< Cyro looked up from his stomach at his mate, that looked about ready to attack him. Crawling closer to his mate, he said, >Dante—Dante’s proper name is Winsor—Sloth is his title, Kitten.< Phoenix turned and sat up then looked down at Cyro asking, >Oh really? That’s an odd name, so you’re Cyro Wrath Silver. He is Winsor Sloth Silver, who are the rest?<

Brent and I quickly stripped down and hid our clothes behind a tree so we could shift and take off. His familiar dark brown wolf is slightly larger than average. He’s not a ranked wolf, so of course he’s not as big as an Alpha, or even a Gamma, but he’s big enough to match up against any warrior in training camp. The color of his fur reminds me of dark chocolate. His turquoise eyes glow brightly, and it stands out beautifully against his dark fur. My wolf is only slightly smaller than Brents, and her fur is a marble of honey brown and chestnut. My golden eyes seem to blend in with the brown tones in my fur, but Brent says that at night when they glow, they remind him of a bowl of honey.