Warrior Cat Clan Names Novels & Stories

“Your wolves follow you. Mine trust me. We unite the cliques that still remain. If we wait too long, we’ll be nothing but ashes on Balthazar’s boots. You've heard what he can do. I've seen it first hand and it's very ugly. We need this." There’s a pause. I pace. This is madness. But it makes a sick kind of sense. “Elisha?” I ask. He’s quiet. “It’s insane. But… maybe insane is what we need.” Rock sighs. “We’ll need a name.” Ryker grins. “Something that reminds everyone what we are.” “Outlaws,” Claw suggests, grinning. “Hellfang,” Elisha offers. “Shadowhowl,” Rock adds.

She seemed too busy flaunting her new status as the future luna, so maybe she didn’t see me as a threat anymore. We had two wolf-related classes on Wednesday. The first was Border Geography. Not that I needed to study it—I already knew the whole map by heart. There were four main clans: Arches, Siram, Ainar, and Kamaria—representing the new moon, full moon, waxing moon, and waning moon, respectively. Over time, internal conflicts had splintered the clans. The more they split, the smaller and weaker they became. Arches was the only clan that hadn’t fractured, which made it stronger and more powerful than the others. Siram had split into three, creating two additional full moon clans: Nikini a

Blake, on the other hand, crossed his legs and raised an eyebrow. "You know that each pack is made up of a different clan, don't you?" he asked. "Here in The Land of the Wolf or better known to the west as the north, there are so -called 8 legendary clans. The Aurumn, Magnus, Orcas, Melodia, Charmy, Ignite, Merman and Doldrums clan . . . " "Why haven't I found a book about that?" Aikee groaned. Blake immediately scolded him. "Can you ask later?"

My wolves name is Ara. The leader of the pack is called Alpha, who is the most dangerous and most powerful of all. He protects his pack. His mate is Luna of the pack, she takes care of everyone. Then there is Beta and Beta female, who is second in command to Alpha. Then Gamma and Gamma female, they are third in command to Alpha. Then there are Warriors, who fight in the wars. After them, are the Deltas and then us, the Omegas. We are assigned duties for the pack.

I answered shortly, not giving her much to work with. She seemed to pick up on it, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a code name?" she asked, her curiosity growing. "Umm, yes." Shit. If she asks me what it is, what do I say? I was a lead warrior, but I wasn’t a ranked member. Why the hell did I lie just now? I was confused by my own behavior. "Can I know what it is?" she asked cautiously, her voice soft but eager. "Umm, usually it’s… Delta."

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

The fourth clan are made of men and women with an eagle vision, they could site a needle miles away both by day and night, so they were made watchers, it was also said of them that their ancestors were eagles; the fifth clan could transform into any beast of the field and they live in caves, the sixth clan is known as the clan of the deaf, they could run faster than a dear, and are mostly hunters, their ancestors were hunters, the seventh clan was a clan not born of women, they drink nothing other than liquor, the shout of one of them cuts across fifty miles, it was

I sighed, “she’ll be escorted back to your pack tonight, and keep her away from me.” “There must be some kind of misunderstanding, we’ve always had an alliance so if this female warrior is hurt then I’ll buy her from you or pay her off.” He chuckled, “I’m sure Clarice doesn’t feel this female warrior is a threat, Clarice is beautiful, smart and of Alpha blood, perfect for you to choose as a mate.” I snarled, “I don’t need an alliance with you, nor money and I certainly don’t need or want a MATE!”

And just like that, the training grounds erupted with new life, every wolf eager to prove themselves beneath my gaze. The feeling was back again, the one I never thought I would feel again. By the time I put the fifth warrior down, I had a name to it. Peace. Strenght. Motivation.