Novel & Cerita Warrior Cat Insults

The more I think about it, the more angry I get, why must I be the one to suffer their introverted rage? “Hey” a voice calls behind me and I turn to Katana, she still has that long face on her and for a moment, I feel like punching her hard on the face. I haven’t done anything to her to make her hate me so much, “You seem all ready to enter the master’s chambers” her voice is full of pain and ridicule, “you are one shameless dormant wolf, Imogen”

"I prefer my women more ladylike." "I prefer my men without a stick up their ass." "You are the most annoying she-wolf." "Ditto, Mr. Irritable cat." With each word, they took a step toward each other. "Temptress." He growled it like an insult. It still made her cleft flood with moisture. "Stupid stud." And with that, she kissed him.

“You sure those knots are tight enough? I’m too pretty for cat claws.” Fury makes my blood boil. I see what he’s doing—insulting me by calling me a cat, but playing it off like it’s a game. I snarl and tug against my restraints, catching his strange purple gaze. “I’m more wolf than you could ever dream to be, you asshole.”

He was harsh and nasty when he said he smelt his mate out there. "fucking nasty fuckers",I walk to the warrior house pissed and flop on the porch not caring who sees. I hear a few walking out and ignore them as I sit thinking how to destroy these fuckers first. Warriors are strong as hell but if I drug them and blow up their house Jonathan will be out of strong wolves. I smile as they stop behind me. "what the fuck are you doing rogue?",see nasty fuckers. "thinking and sitting, I glare up at them, so let me be alone I'm bothering nobody out here",both scoff.

“Ah, yes. That? Oh, that was just for fun.” I was going to kill him. I was going to rip him to pieces and enjoy every moment of it. “You’re a bastard you know that?” I gritted my teeth. “I’ve been called worse,” He shrugged, stalking forward again. “And what about a coward?” I taunted, gesturing to his pack surrounding us, “It takes all your warriors to round up two people. You must not be very confident in their abilities… Or is it your own you’re not too confident with?”

"Although you are a legend in the military world and an undefeated God of War, our Nightfall Organization is not to be trifled with!" "If you think it's not enough, I'll give you 500 million more." “Hurry up and kill this trash!” Catie was on the verge of going mad. Slap! A crisp explosion sounded. Catie was shocked to find that her face had been swollen by Abritt’s slap. "How dare you hit me?" Catie covered her face in shock. Albert cast a disdainful glance at Catie and said, “If you insult Captain Yang again, I won’t just slap you.”

I barked at him as I took one of his arms and I broke it. He let out more pain. "One thing I hate more than ordinary bullies is entitled bullies." I screamed and I took another arm and I broke it. "I don't care who the fuck you think you are, I don't want to fucking know your name, I want you to just take to your heels anytime you hear my name or anytime you see my boy." I pointed at Evans. The entire courtyard was silenced now. No one was a smart ass to be cheering him up. He turned to his human form with one broken arm and one broken legs, pleading.

she told me with a pout and I didn’t know when I chuckled with a wide smile on my face. “You’re so cute, Yara,” I told her and she made a face with a scowl. That only made me smile wider and she looked angrier. She was really pretty when she was pissed. “I’m not cute. Don’t call me that” she corrected and I tilted my head to the side. “And why is that?” I wanted to know why. “I’m a warrior, Denver and warriors are not cute when they can flip anyone over their soldiers” she answered and I shook my head.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

“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.