Warrior Cat Mating Stories Novels & Stories

I let out a relieved sigh and say, "I don't know. She was wounded when I found her with five other members of our clan on the edge of our borders. My blood healed most of her wounds." He nods lightly, stepping closer to the bed. "Joey told me you tackled him from killing a rogue leopard, I didn't realize it was your mate. It's not usual for us to have a same sex mate," he says softly wiping the tears from my face. "I promise she won't be harmed." "I'm not all female either dad, neither is my leopard," I remind him and he nods as if hearing this news for the first time. "What's her name," my mother asks softly, coming to accept my mate.

she asked quietly. My eyes met my mate’s, and I knew we had the same thought. This was the same thing conversation that we had after the mate-bond snapped into place. “You can give me a mate, Katya. You’re my mate just as much as you are Zion’s. Our mother couldn’t give our father’s wolf a wolf mate, but that didn’t stop them. They found a way that worked for them, and we’ll find ours if that is something that you’re willing to accept.”

Somehow it felt like I had heard about them before. Maybe I had, maybe mom had told me stories she made up about them. “Cora?” Keiran touched my hand. I glanced at him. “It sounds familiar,” I told them. “I think Mom might have told me stories about them, but I can’t remember.” “Demetrius told me about the wolves who lived in the mountain with golden fur and females that had more than one mate.” Keiran paused. “Mates are either blood brothers or chosen family. It makes sense that the three of us are your mates. I’m trying not to think too much about this other than trying to make sense of how this is going to work and if it will work.”

Aura struggles against his grip, her gaze pleading with me. I'm almost there. With one final burst of speed, I leap onto the stage. My paws thunder on the wooden planks. Their Alpha stumbles back, releasing Aura. She rushes to my side, and I swiftly position myself between her and the rival alpha. The guards, realizing their leader's vulnerability, retreat. My warriors press their advantage, pinning them down. It's a surprising sight. How twenty of my warriors can defeat triple their number. For a moment, the square falls silent, except for heavy breathing and growls. The Alpha's growl echoes through the square, his eyes blazing with possessiveness. "She's mine! My mate!"

Nathan instructed me to run a few rounds on the track, and then we would practice together. I still had some rounds to finish when I heard a growl and stopped. What now? I wondered. I was close to Richard and Nathan, so I went to them, slowing down and stopping in front of them. “What happened?” I asked and turned my head, only to see a young she-wolf running towards one of the warriors. I heard the word ‘mate’ coming out from both, and they started making out in the middle of the field. “We have a new pair of mates in the pack, Luna.” Richard chimed in.

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

One of the senior warriors near the champagne table shifted his weight like he was calculating distance and exits at the same time. The man wasn’t as tall as Jax. Leaner. Built for something sharper than pure force. Dark blond hair cut close. Even from across the room his eyes looked pale in a way that didn’t belong to ordinary wolves, not gold, not amber, something closer to silver that seemed lit from behind. My mother exhaled beside me, and the sound carried that particular brightness she reserved for people she thought could be useful. “Alpha Adrian,” she said. “Silver Hollow. Oh, Viktor. This is good.”

His voice was like a blade, knocking the air from my lungs. My brain finally processed his words. Mate? Maya was his mate? For how long had he known? Even if he’d only found out tonight, it didn’t give him the right to— I fought back the tears. Helplessly, I stayed. I watched and I listened, and with every word they exchanged, my heart twisted in my chest. He let out a loud howl, and she followed suit as they both peaked. I shuddered; my stomach turned, bile rising in my throat. I forced it back the same way I held my wolf back from lunging at them.

she wondered. "I think we all need to talk," she whispered, gesturing between him, herself, Birdpaw and Reedriver. The silvery RiverClan warrior was curled up between Acorntail and Frozenfoot. Spruceleaf narrowed her eyes at the sight. It was forbidden for cats to fall in love with someone outside their Clan. That part of the warrior code had always been engraved in their minds since leaving the nursery. Yet, she couldn't help but look away. After everything they went through, it made sense for everyone to feel closer than ever during the journey.

Not in a bad or sexual way, of course, only in the way that makes them cry for their mommies. "Good evening, everyone. I would like to introduce you to my mate Jessi who is also one of the newly recruited warriors," Wyatt says, and I see the shock on their faces. "No wonder she made it through. She's the king and queen's pet and your mate. There's no other reason a female wolf would be a warrior." One of the men says, looking me up and down. His mate smirks next to him. She might not be so smug if she could see the way he's staring at my cleavage.