Rogue Names Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I wish he hadn't maybe instead of facing this alone I would have him to support me. "Rouge, you won't be punished for this I promise." The voice broke through my train of thought, I glanced up to see the space he had been empty. Arms were wrapped around me; I don't know when he moved beside me yet alone when he started to hold me but I doubted he held that type of power, he was to young to be a alpha and Alpha James would never listen to just any wolf. "Look at me." His hand softly grazed my chin turning my face to meet his own. "You. Will. Not. Go. Rouge." Each word made a sentence of their own, driving the importance of the words into my mind. I was so confused but something told me to lis

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

We don’t get rogues often, but it does happen from time to time. I jump into the battle, slashing my claws at the first rogue I come across. I notice that Alpha Tyrice’s wolf is in the fray along with two other warriors. We have an Alpha who isn’t afraid to get his paws dirty when needed. We all continue to fight the rogues, taking them out one by one. I look around, and only one rogue is left. I shift and bark orders at the warriors to clear the bodies. A few more warriors have joined us, and they are now holding the last rogue. I’m sure we will try to question him to see why he ended up here.

I would accomplish all I have wanted, and I would not need that coward of a son to accomplish it. I glanced at the letter one more time, and a smile appeared on my face. The Alpha rogue was a proud man, and that was the person I wanted to work with. He had enough warriors to take down the pack. Alpha Caramel's warriors were people who cherished dignity, and the right path but rogues do not have such a notion. They believed in any way that would bring them to victory bad or good. They had no law guiding them. The only person they respected was the Alpha, and that was it. They were going to help me get what I have always wanted. I placed the letter down, and Finn spoke.

I caught it by the throat, flipped it, and tore into it before it could blink. Blood sprayed across the dirt. And the battle began. We fought hard—every warrior, every guard, every wolf willing to stand between the palace and death. They kept coming. Rogues were never organized. They never fought with strategy. But these… these were different. They were wild, yes—but united. Driven. Almost frantic. And that made them easier to kill—but more dangerous too. I ripped another rogue off one of my younger warriors, snapping its spine with a quick twist. The warrior yelped a weak “Thank you,” through the link before turning to help someone else.

“I think Troi is pretty. I like watching her.” “Aren’t you afraid of her monster?” I asked, using the word that the pack members had been using. The child shook her head. “No. She’s not a monster. She saved Lucy and my grandma. I love her.” I grinned. “I wish everyone thought how you did.” I paused. Her suggestion was a really good one. “What would you name her big cat?” I asked, curious. “Tyra,” she said promptly. “It means Thunder Warrior. I learned about it in school. We did Norse Mythology and Tyra was a warrior for Thor. Thor’s my favorite Marvel character.” This was well thought out.

His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne. And the warriors behind me instinctively backed away. “He’s the Rogue Alpha,” one of them whispered. “No,” Thorne said, voice hardening, “he’s a challenge.” And without hesitation, he dismounted and stepped forward, shedding his cloak with slow precision. He didn’t even look back as he muttered one command. “Nobody interferes.” The rogue didn’t wait. With a snarl that shook the ground, he shifted mid-leap—his bones cracking as the transformation consumed him.

Thanks to the condition that the late late late late king, the war towards the wolves and rogues comes to an end. The Rogues were also able to build a small town of two hundred wolves. They may be small, but don't underestimate them; each Rogue can fight five Kingdom warriors. They are so powerful that their god granted them a blessing as well. Esmeth's sister also blessed the kingdom's people so that they could fight them. Making the two races engage in an endless war.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

One of my warriors pointed at a group of people walking into something that looked like an underground passage. We all ran that way, but then someone wearing a cape with a black hood ran toward us and took one of my men down. Shit. This person moved fast. The hooded guy jumped to the other side of our group and stabbed another one of my warriors with his claws. I ran toward him, but he jumped away again and attacked another one of my warriors a second later. None of my men could even touch him. He seriously pissed me off this time. A loud growl escaped my throat, my alpha aura rolling out of me, but he didn't seem affected by it. I charged straight at him, and he started running toward the m