Kit Names Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

he asked and was about to remove my mask when I immediately stopped him. “Because mommy got a wound on her face, and it might spook you to see,” I answered and carried him in my arms with my sight not getting off his eyes. “No, I won’t,” he pouted and shook his tiny head. “I’m used to wounds and brutal cuts, auntie Nevaeh often brings me with her to treat warriors on the field.” “Warriors?” I started walking towards the river with the kid in my arms. Keith nodded and raised both of his arms. “Uhuh. The guys that shift into wolves and fight bad people. Kata! Kata!” He answered and threw multiple punches and kicks, causing me to almost lose grasp of him and nearly fall down the rocky ground.

The clearing in the woods went silent. All were looking at the woman. "Who sent you?" asked Mithraos. "Karivayis," said the woman and in that moment two warriors in the Mauraye side cut their own throat. All understood the seriousness of the situation. "What was the plan of Karivayis?" asked Rishi. Karivayis are the darkest of the group in Arthanava. They are believed to be living like animals. They leave only bones and skeletons after a war. They are also said to be the most blood hungry ones.

Aefstine doesn’t know if he can be a good parent, or a good Dalli, but with Randal’s affection, Syteiner’s guidance, as well as everyone’s help, maybe, the future’s not that bad after all. "What will they name him?" "They were named after the Wolf Gods. Arnoux, Randal, and now, Alarick." "Alarick," Aefstine smiled, and it was hard to smile when you were trying to hold tears back... “Wolf ruler." "Good, good, you are learning."

A pink hue painted itself across his cheeks, and with widened eyes, he whispered a question to the wind. “Mate?” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ Regina Shepard is my mate. Regina Shepard is my mate. Regina Shepard, AKA the fucking Queen of War, is my mate! I dropped her body to the floor and put distance between the two of us as a million questions ran through my mind. Seven billion people in the world, and I was mated to the one person I want dead—the woman who has led 14 raids on my pack in the past year. Is this some sick joke, dear goddess?

“I mean it’s not your pet, right?” She stared at him, unsure how he could be cracking jokes in the face of this murder kittten. But all she could do was shake her head. Nope. Not her pet. “Good. Don’t want it getting awkward when I vanquish him.” He said, the corners of his lips wrinkling with amusement. Its glowing eyes narrowed. Turning to the warrior, it lunged toward him. Claws scraped leather. The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision.

“What’s that sound?” “Who’s coming?” I stared in the same direction. Then my eyes widened. Thousands of warriors emerged from the distance. They marched forward in perfect formation, every single one dressed in identical black armor. The armor was sleek and heavily reinforced, covering their chests, shoulders, arms, and legs. The crest of the Silver Moon Pack was engraved across the center of every breastplate. Their weapons glinted as they advanced. My mouth fell open. Kael or rather, Cassian stood beside me with a calm smile.

That made a lot of sense to me, so I nodded my head in understanding. We left Reginald and Wren in charge of the pack while we were gone and left with three warriors that Killian trusted the most; Kit, Cyrus and Otis. Otis was an older man with gray hair and a beard but you could tell he was still able to fight just as well as any of the others. Kit looked to be about mine and Killian’s age. He was young and seemed a little inexperienced, almost innocent to our world. Cyrus looked to be about ten years older than me with salt and pepper hair and deep blue eyes. He was quiet and calculated, always watching and listening to everything. We rode our horses at a steady pace all day in mostly sile

I think I’d make one hell of a bodyguard for some rich human and could draw in so much money that it wouldn’t matter what hierarchy a pack has, money talks their hierarchy is bullshit. After my run I headed to the Canteen and ate breakfast, then headed to the obstacle course and ran it twice. Then I joined a few warriors on patrol. Stanley and Oscar were friendly, though both seemed somewhat reserved around me. “Are you scared I may tell the Alpha what you say?” Oscar chuckled, “no, not at all, I’ve been part of this pack for years, I’m an elite not a normal warrior.” I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?”

A look of shame came across the faces of the warriors and the one who had spoken for them looked at me with regret in his eyes “Please forgive us, commander, we did not recognize you.” “Mason,” I greet the werecat who was one our best warriors back in MacTire. “It is good to see you, I did not realize you were still here with Tawny?” “I requested to stay with her, sir.” He said giving me a short bow. “Who are your friends?” He questions lifting a dark brow.

Kate looked at him, then back at me, a worried expression on her face, then she sighed in defeat, “Just go easy on her, okay, she’s still a kid.” “She’s eighteen isn’t she?” He asked, “That’s hardly a kid.” “Erik!” Kate scolded. “Fine, fine. I’ll go easy on the runt.” “Runt?” I was confused. “Yeah, you’re a runt now.” He smirked, "Welcome to the Blood Fang warrior training, your own personal hell.”