Warrior Cat Insults Novels & Stories

"Do I look like a that? Are all humans so rude?" "Only when they're woken up by someone crawling on them," Rhychard said, shifting in the bed so that he sat up and stared down at the intruder. "Now, before I get my flyswatter, mind telling me who and what you are?" "Flyswatter?" The man put his hands on his hips and glared at the Warrior, which only made Rhychard want to laugh. "I can see why the Land Under doesn't like you. You're a rude, obnoxious, arrogant…"

I pulled it open halfway, schooling my face into irritation. “Huh?” I snapped, like I’d been disturbed from something innocent. “You’re late for the council meeting,” the warrior said, a burly Beta with a scar across his cheek. He looked uncomfortable even saying it. I almost laughed in his face. “I’m just a lady,” I said, voice dripping with mockery. “What place do I have among the council? Sitting pretty and pouring wine?”

Oops, thank goddess Raven is not around, he would surely give me a good deadly glare again for my inappropriate words though it was him and the Beta and the other pack warriors whom I have heard and learned these words due to their frequent usage of them. “You know what, you are right… You always have my back right? When something happens?” ~’Absolutely. I am you, you are me, so if you get in trouble, I am included in it, and I do not want to be in a tight position just because of your stupidity and cowardness, so yeah.’ “Geez, thanks.” I muttered despite the laced insult in her response. And she really had the guts to say “You are welcome” despite the sarcasm in my mind.

His words dripped with mockery, each syllable cold enough to freeze the blood in their veins. The rest of the warriors stood rigid, their hearts pounding, wondering if they had just witnessed the last mistake those men would ever make. “Is this what you call warriors? Petty tongues and lazy feet?” He let the words drip with disdain. “You dare undermine my Gamma in front of the pack? Then you dare undermine me. You can’t even follow your Gamma’s orders, yet you strut around as if you’ve earned the right to stand on this field.” No one dared breathe.

And immediately, laughter fills the room. “Look at him,” one of them mocks cruelly. “The mighty Alpha Kei.” “Pathetic.” “Can’t even fight back anymore.” My jaw clenches so tightly it hurts as fury surges through me. I swing at one of them anyway, but my fist connects weakly against his jaw. Barely enough to stagger him. The warrior just laughs, then punches me hard across the face. My head snaps sideways violently, blood filling my mouth instantly. “Damn,” another one sneers. “Without his wolf he’s weaker than an omega.”

I hissed, my upper lip curling back from my teeth as I rounded on the Warrior Wolf. He lifted one shoulder in a mock-apologetic shrug. “Watch where you’re walking. It’s no wonder you’ve lost your status if you can’t even walk without falling over.” “I didn’t fall,” I said, my voice deadly calm. “You tripped me. Arsehole,” I added, smiling politely at him and fluttering my eyelashes. He grinned back – and then he process what I’d said, coated in girlish charm but rude nonetheless. “Hey,” he growled.

Alessandro said tauntingly as he began to walk toward me while I backed away from him. “What are you doing? Stay where you are! You are making a mess everywhere! Shoo! Shoo! Go away you wet dog!” In this moment I had actually forgotten that we were werewolves and calling a werewolf a wet dog is actually one of the greatest insults known to us, fluffy creatures. “I will show you wet dog.” Alessandro threatened before he charged at me. “I thought I was already looking at one.” I retorted with a smug smile on my face.

But his insult had fueled something within her, and she was enraged so much that she wanted to show him who she really was. "Your lack of knowledge is laughable. I am not a pretty princess as you clearly think I am. I am a warrior, you asshole," Valentina said, taunting him to see what he would do. She could already feel the anger rolling off her in waves as she waited for a reaction from him. "Are you ready to die?" he asked her with a creepy smile on his face, and she smiled in return too before she spoke. “That is a question you should ask yourself," she returned and this pissed him off even more to the extent that he shifted into his wolf form immediately. His wolf was a large and brown

Figure out how to take down the mountain of a werecat. Grumbles and boos from the crowd are aimed at me because I’m not fighting just dodging. “Pretty princess” the beefy tomcat croons, “I’m going to eat you up and claim you.” He chuckles. “You’re a werecat, not a big bad wolf” I reply in a snarky manner. He doesn’t get it, instead, he just hisses between his teeth. “Submit and this can end now. You are obviously afraid to fight me. You are weak.” I flash pointed teeth at him, my claws coming out.

In a low nearly whispery voice he said I dont want you to get it infected with a note of frustration in his voice. He let go of my hand but his eyes continued to hover over my finger. “You’re as reckless as a kitten. An awkward small and prone to mishaps, kitten.” I almost started laughing when I saw the comparison because it was so unexpected and strangely endearing. In the lair of a very dangerous and domineering lion was me a reckless kitten. The absurdity and humor of the situation were nearly overwhelming. The strange almost endearing insult was given with the icy seriousness of a man whose boundaries had just been pushed. I blushed once more feeling a mixture of shame and an odd almost