Kit Names Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

The royal army, warriors trained under the crown and part of my familial pack, have been walking past us for several minutes, most of them in their wolf forms, while some others ride in vehicles carting supplies. It’s a long journey to Moorn, but we’ll be there tomorrow morning, and then it’s time to defeat the man I’d been destined to face. The man who’d appeared in office out of thin air, a power shared between us. Kane, who hasn’t shown his face, or uttered a single, since he left me that odd piece of paper. I look away from the porch and follow behind my warriors as their Alpha and their king. *** *Maddy* “I want to go home,” eight-year old Katie says as we sit ideally in the formal sitt

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

“I want to end the war between us.” He paused mid-lift, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and a mocking glint flashed in them. “War?” I nodded, thinking this was meant to be progress. “Was there ever a war, Kitten? You would need to have your wolf to even be considered an opponent. And even then, you wouldn’t be worthy. You haven’t even had your wolf’s dawn yet, so don’t kid yourself into thinking I would ever see you as someone worth fighting.”

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

Kelp replied. Kane said quietly, “Me too.” At that moment, Nathan and the warriors jumped out of the trees, grabbing the children. Nathan grabbed Katia. She wrestled and fought until she realized it was Nathan. She stopped looking up at him with those big purple eyes. “What mate? Do you think that I will not hurt you? Because I am your mate, and you know me I will not hurt you, so you stop fighting me?” He asked her. She just stood there staring at him. He continued, “Your grandfather knows you. He is your family. Do you think he would let you go if you did not continue to fight? Do you think you could fight him off?”

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

I don't think that there is someone in this world born to be his mate. On the third day I had to fight again. At this moment in the competition we are left with only half of the initial number of warriors. More jokingly or more seriously after the match with Brain Willis my opponents shout at me "Hello Kitty!". I'll show them how kitty I can be. The gentle cat is said that scratch badly, and they don't seem to have learned anything from Brain Willis' arrogance.

Thankfully, the doors in the packhouse are bigger than those at home so it wasn’t a problem fitting in. “I would’ve told you yesterday but I think you needed sleep.” I tightened my gaze. “It must have been hard to notice,” I said sarcastically. Kane held the kitten as gently as he could while the kids continued fighting over what to name her. “I don’t totally approve of this, in case you don’t know.” “That’s not hard to notice,” he said with a smirk but there was a mild worry lingering around my head for a bit.

Erica snapped, her anger rising. "Yes," Kate replied calmly, a disturbing emptiness in her eyes. "As long as your throat isn't being cut, it is not my concern." Erica gritted her teeth but said nothing more to the female. Kate was a grandmaster fighter specifically recruited from an elite rogue academy to serve the pack's interests. While incredibly powerful, she was also completely anti-social and cold, only taking orders from the patriarch himself and often ignoring Erica's direct commands. At least Erica had twenty other trusted pack guards with her, which gave her wolf some peace of mind as the shadows lengthened over the trail.