Brown Warrior Cats Names Novels & Stories

After Shaun devoured three plates of food, Fudge approached him with the three kittens. “Have they got names?” Catherine asked as she picked up one of them. “Not yet.” He looked at the woman and then the cats before saying out of the blue, “But I’ve come to a decision now. They’re called Cath, Erine, and Jones.” She was speechless. “Why?” “It just popped into my mind. It’s easy and convenient,” he said. Then, he headed into the study.

He chatted away as he led me through the back of the house to his study. “Likewise, do you ever age?” I laughed, relieved by his warm welcome. “It’s these werecat genes, they run strong in my family.” He proudly patted his slim belly. Tristan ScarClaw was in his late 50s and not a grey hair in sight. He still looked like the man I met a little over nine years ago during my time here in Andora. He was tall and lean, with dark blond hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is on the much lighter side, of were-cats. Anyone would think he was albino. His family lineage ran deep, belonging to a rare clowder of cats that hailed from Andora. Their specific tribe resembled snow leopards - their family comi

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.

“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

Standing on the wolf's side is a large black panther; on the other is an enormous white tiger. “Let me introduce you, gentlemen, to Bliz, Nightshade, and Onyx. They are the ones you have to get past to life.” Byanca growls. “They love a good chase and they haven’t had fun in a while now.” Breayna sighs.

“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes, peeled off the other glove, and went back to the file spread across the table. Birth records. Test results. And one picture of a newborn panther pup with fur so white it hurt to look at. Panthers weren’t white. They were black, sometimes grey, sometimes dark brown. Never this. “Still obsessing?” Ellan asked. “Still interfering?” I shot back. “Panther pups are my business,” he said, voice even. “Not this one,” I countered. I tapped the photo with a finger. “This isn’t natural.”

“Thank you, again. I will get to the bottom of this with his dad but I promise you, this is not how we normally handle our business.” She just brushed it off. “Like I said, things happen. You are here and Nate has been fine here waiting, haven’t you?” “Yep, Miss Kelly showed me the pictures of her cats, Rory. She has two. The black one is named Boots because he has white feet and the gray one is named Thunder cause he’s big and round like a storm cloud.” I had to laugh, relieved he didn’t seem worse for wear. “Those are awesome names. Thank Miss Kelly for staying with you.”

They made sure to stay in the shadows so the sun wouldn't singe their skin. The large wolf with black glossy fur and eyes as silver as the moon growled lowly at Dimitri and Ambrosia. A ginger colored wolf only slightly smaller than the black stood ready to attack. The last wolf was gray with black tufts of fur. I deduced that the three wolves were Alpha, Beta, and Delta. All male.

“We’re petting apex predators. No one panic.” "Names," the lion offers, almost formal. "I am Aurel." "Varrow," the wolf says, his tail thumping once. "Rime," the tiger adds, simple as a snowflake. “Aurel. Varrow. Rime,” I repeat. “I’m Branwen. You already knew that.” "We did," Rime says. "We smell truth."

Traitor. His hand hovered over the edge of the box, fingers outstretched as he gave her a chance to object. When she didn’t, he gently brushed his fingertips over her head, then down her back in a soothing stroke. His voice dropped to a low murmur as he greeted each of the kittens, naming them like he was checking attendance. “Mochi,” he whispered with a soft touch to the sleek black one. “Nova,” he added as the orange tiger rolled over with a squeak.