Warrior Cat Insults Novels & Stories

"Get lost before I cave your skull into the stone." I roll my massive shoulders, my neck cracking as my inner wolf takes the reins. "I am right here. Try it." He scoffs loudly, his grip on her arm tightening until her skin turns red. "What are you going to do about it, you falling dog?" "Be her warrior and rip your throat out." The words slip past my fangs as naturally as drawing breath. "A warrior?" He lets out a mocking bark. "Your armor looks a bit rusty, friend—"

Love that doesn't get a response should be enough. He swore that he really just said these words to perfunctory Cassie. It's just that Cassie looked at his slightly lonely figure and realized that she had poked somebody else's sore spot, so she patted him on the shoulder with an upright face and said righteously, 'Well, don't be sad. What's wrong with licking a dog? It's not a shameful thing. Licking a person is called licking a dog, licking a group of people is called Wolf Warriors! We won't be Ginger Geller's licking dog, we will be Wolf Warriors of all beautiful girls! '

He explained calmly. I sat there for a while letting his words soak in before a burst of confidence rushed through me. "Fuck you and your rules." I said in his face as I emphasized the word 'fuck' He clenched his jaw and his eyes flared with anger, but he took a deep breath before speaking. "You just got here so imma let this slide. But just know I don't do this often so do it again and I won't hesitate to slit your wrist." He said calmly as his hands rested on his temples.

she finished grimly. I had never wanted to strangle a person as much as I wanted to at that moment, I thought, as I took in the sagging folds of her features. The insult in her words needed no translation, but instead of rising to the bait, my mate did one better: He chuckled. It was an unnerving sound, made all the more disturbing by the fact that even as he laughed his eyes remained hard, and as the sound carried I saw some of the warriors shift uncomfortably.

he ordered. “Alpha…” I began. “Remember,” he whispered softly as my frown grew deeper. “…Pathetic,” that voice echoed again in my head. My fingers dug into the dirt. “…worthless…” My breathing grew uneven. “…she left you…” My chest burned. “…you’re nothing…” Something inside me snapped. “Shut up…” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Silence fell. I slowly lifted my head. As the warrior raised his fist, he hesitated.

"That's not what I said. I don't like men in that sense." "Then why have you never slept with women? You are a martial artist master. You've been a soldier for months or years. You are a scholar. This is also one of the qualities that men pride themselves on. Even I have slept with women. It's so odd to me that you are such a prude, great general." "You should watch what you say. There is no knowing who is listening to us. We are not in friendly territory where it will be laughed when you make jokes with your coarse humor. It's not as ladylike as I would like in the wife I bring with me to war."

"Is it time for your play yet?" They paused, then laughed, shaking their heads. "Why don't you give us a demonstration, Scarlett? Or… perhaps a spar? To learn directly from you would be an honor," the scarred warrior, Gary, stepped forward, tilting his head at the circle. "Damn, Gary! Challenging her in front of the Alpha, you've got guts!" another warrior commented. Gary laughed and gave them a middle finger. "Unlike you cowards." "Scarlett! He's bullying us! Show him who's the boss!" They squealed, acting like teenage girls, making me chuckle.

The Warrior smiled. I looked at the notes from Celia's visit. I raised an eyebrow and said, "Her wolf has fantasies of the rogue?" I read the fantasy she had told Dirty. "Woah! Miss Lang's wolf is vicious. I like Miss Lang and her wolf quite a lot." I chuckled. "I don't. The little bitch is untrained and did a lot of damage. I don't even want to think about what you trained fuckers are capable of doing!" I growled, "Do not refer to her as a bitch again! I will not tolerate your disrespect for her." Dirty's eyes widened at my tone.

A man spat out venomously, his nose flaring in anger. He looked like he was ready to fight me. “You're a fucking coward! Running and hiding amidst women when you should be chasing down the killer!” I retorted, tired of dealing with their bullshit. These cowards didn't deserve to be men. His breath tense and he warned, emitting a low growl, “Watch it! I won't tolerate a woman insulting me!” “Oh, you're not a woman? I almost mistook you for one with the way you blended perfectly and shamelessly with them!” My tone heightened, holding a sarcastic remark.

Her tears sound like heartbreak and something in me snaps as I hear the vile words spilling from her brother's mouth. "Oh, I see what you are hiding now. You are with clutch. Or you were," he sounds so sure of himself, so condescending as he continues to hurl insults, calling her a whore, calling her every terrible thing he can think of as he beats her. "I am not a whore," She cries, barely able to speak. "At least a third of you are tested and fully trained warriors," I snap. "But she's out there alone and she's my mate." I snap. "Now get out of my way, Elf King, I need to get to my princess."