Warrior Cat Name Novels & Stories

She gave him one look, and then her eyes fell back on me. "First, I would like to tell you a story. It is about a warrior named Catalyn, the blessed. She was a blessing from the moon goddess herself; she was best at every single thing she did. The moon itself smiled at her, but there came a dreadful day. The Lycans attacked her pack while she was away hunting and slaughtered every one of her pack members, they were only a pack of fifty. She returned back to see what had befallen her people, the people she loved and could give her life for.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

“Alpha Damien, Hunter has arrived.” It’s Sierra. What a great timing. And I meant that sarcastically. Hunter is famously known as the best warrior trainer in all of the United States. When I was on my three-day vacation I realized that Catherine needs to develop her warrior skills so she could fulfill her role as the Luna of Blood Moon Pack. Furthermore, I figured she’d be able to use it to defend herself effectively in case I wasn't there to protect her. That would prevent any more problems in the near future.

“One day, I'm going to convince you to retire that nickname.” I smiled sweetly. “Not a chance.” Even Nyx purred. “I like this name too.” Osiris huffed, but stepped away to give me space. Then I turned toward the unconscious warrior and carefully placed my fingertips against his injured shoulder. Nyx’s eyes shined crimson. “Are you ready, Kate?”

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

His mate was in love with his rival. Artemis and Xavier watch Alexander leave the palace. They knew what happened to him and his mate as it wasn't the best outcome for a person like Alexander. Sara stood up from the bed and rushed to the window. Below was a black large cat. It's was as large as Aldophus wolf except the gold eyes and a more fuller tail. Sara bit her lips to stop herself from making sounds as she sobbed quietly. Now she knew how it felt, it was heart wrenching. Alexander would be the one to feel it most.

Kiera asked Andor’s wolf. Andor’s wolf’s eyes still had not left his gaze on Cadma. Growling, his wolf speaks, “Kill Lizard boy!” Kiera ignores the threat by Andor, “WHAT IS YOUR NAME! Don’t piss me off mate!” Andor’s wolf looked down slightly to speak to Kiera, surprised and proud of her dominance. “Jasper” He growled, “My name is Jasper.” My wolf practically purrs out Andor’s wolf’s name, “Jasper, I like that name.”

I say, my voice still growly. “Please! He’s a good boy. He’s not a warrior.” I look at the pup. He’s a young teen and I can tell he’s not happy about his mother trying to protect him, but he’s also terrified. One of my warriors come rushing out of another room in the hallway, stopping when he sees me. “What’s your name, pup?” I ask him. “Sean, Beta,” he says. His voice wavers, but he answers, lifting his neck in submission as well.

I reach up and touch his face as blue hair starts turning as blue as his hair. Lucas seems to get control back and releases him. The warrior crumbles to the floor to breathe. “What… what happened?” He asks. “Did I?” He looks at the warrior. It is as if he had no control of his wolf. I’ve never seen it. I have always heard about the powerful beast but never one that dominates like his has. “What is your wolf’s name?” I ask as we help the guy off the floor. “I’m sorry. I really am. Come see me later and I’ll do my best to make this right.” Beta Lucas looks the warrior the eye and they nod with an understanding. Then he looks over seeing me. “Zephyr is my wolf.”

He must make use of his intellect to defeat his enemies. Suddenly, the sound of another wooden entry lifting from his left side ripped through his well-laid plans. Was there a fourth predator? "Fuck it!" Darwin murmured. "This is not good." Darwin would have a slim chance of prevailing in this contest. In order to gain a better look at the new enemy, he darted over his left shoulder. A massive raven mountain lion with a head as huge as the troll. And to make matters worse, the gigantic ten-foot-long feline that was his pet champion had appeared in front of him. 'Dar' was the name he had given it. It had slain so many feral lycans when he and Cornelius went hunting with him the previous year