Warrior Cat Name Ideas Novels & Stories

a sharp, mocking voice sliced through the murmurs. The crowd parted instantly. A tall, heavily muscled female warrior stepped into my path, completely cutting off my route. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight braid, and her golden eyes burned with pure, unadulterated arrogance. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?" I asked, refusing to back down an inch. "Tanya," she said, leaning down slightly to look me dead in the eye, her breath hot against my face. "A real warrior of the Shadowpelt pack. A hunter. Not a broken, useless human who got dumped by her lover within a twinkle of an eye."

“What’s your kitty’s name?” “He a tiger and he dis big!” Her eyes go big as she spreads her arms out as wide as she can. Behind her, Klay gives a silent chuckle, “And he let Codi give him a big hug!” “I’m happy you made a friend, Codi, but you didn’t tell me his name.” I raise my eyebrows and jostle her a little. “Kitty’s name is Swagga.” Codi looks at me very seriously. “Oh, I see. That’s a pretty cool name. How did you come up with it?”

He thought long and hard about it, and finally, he chose his three best warriors: Beta Jong, Gamma Arnold, and Delta Wilfie. Jong was the strongest warrior in the clan. He had a muscular build and a fierce determination in his eyes. Arnold was the fastest warrior in the clan. He could move with the speed of lightning, and he was always one step ahead of his opponents. Wilfie was the most skilled warrior in the clan. She was a master of all forms of combat, and she had a never-say-die attitude. The other clan leaders also chose their best warriors. The stage was set for the greatest werewolf battle competition in history.

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

Her voice wavered, but I couldn't tell if it was from horror, humor, or something else entirely. "Aren't there any...pretty names for it?" I asked softly. Drace chuckled, shot Ari an apologetic glance. "Kitty, cookie, tutu, Lady V, bits, Lady Jane. Non-Na." I shook my head. Those weren't any better and I could hear the bellowing laughter of my men if I dared utter one of those words. I sighed. "I guess pussy and cunt it is. Men have so many more options that sound better."

I rip off my shirt, stripped down to my sports bra, and continue to try to purge my carnal needs. The scent of arousal has the male werecats circling. I open my eyes to find six of the male warriors smiling goofily at me. Dark, sensuous male bodies in different stages of undress all look as if they could devour me. “Hello gentlemen,” my voice warbles. I need to save my dignity if I can. “Thank you for coming to guard me, as your Princess I am honored to be so well taken care of. I have enjoyed my workout with you today. I am quite pleased with your progress.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you giving birth? Would you like to push a seven-pound human out of your body and then decide her name?” He smirked. “I mean, if I could, I’d name her something cool. Something powerful.” “Oh, God,” I groaned. “Here we go, bring your idea, you're the baby daddy you too must have thought of some names.” “I’m thinking something like Valeria, it's beautiful.” I blinked. “Valeria?” “It sounds like a queen’s name.” He grinned. “Or a warrior princess. You know, like a woman who can wield a sword and take over kingdoms.” he laughed at my facial expression.