Warrior Cat Names For Calico Cats Novels & Stories

She didn’t resist—just watched me with calm, steady eyes. “You troublesome creature,” I muttered softly. “You really had to bring your stray boyfriend home too.” Nyxara laughed again. “So… what are you going to name them?” she asked. I paused. Thinking. If they mirrored my children… then their names should too. It only felt right. Slowly, a small smile formed on my lips. “The girl,” I said softly, pointing to the smallest kitten, “will be called Laurelle.” Nyxara tilted her head. “Like Lauren?”

MORGAN I came to know the impeccably dressed slender man with blond hair and pale eyes – the one whose carriage we rode in and was in fact a werecat! As Tristan ScarClaw. I had never met a werecat before and was intrigued. I had only read about them. And really what a name! – Like, just wow. His name reminded me of a strong male character from a romance series I was reading. Rich, powerful, handsome, and saving the damsel in distress.

And yes, my wolf, which I have had since I was born; finally fucking decided to tell me his name. When I asked Kai, he looked at me oddly and said his beasts made themselves known to him from day one; even Cat knew her wolf’s name. Cat’s wolf is Sable, whereas Kai’s wolf is Gunnar and the Lycan is Loki. What the fuck? I could never imagine having two beasts inside of me, not with the insufferable way my beast acts. /“Careful,”/ he warns. /“Or what?”/ I roll my eyes at his so-called warning.

Surprisingly, the cat was very big, almost as big as my wolf. It wagged its long tail slightly and walked towards me with elegance and playfulness. I knew right away she was Sibyl. "You're a calico cat." I swept her with my tail. "Is this your spirit form?" The calico cat gently "Meow" a few sounds. I understand what she means. "It's me. It's my spirit form." She came up to me and rubbed gently against my hair. Her movements seemed magical, and I felt sleepy in the sun.

“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?”

However, the Alpha could guess what I was thinking. "You have no say in this, Sophia." He cautioned and I clenched my jaws. I did not like his words, one bit. "Assemble all she-wolves of the pack. Including the warriors and omegas. The Lycan King will make his choice." Alpha Dante ordered and immediately, the mind-link was cut off. "Fuck!" I cussed as I kicked as a wooden plank before me with so much force and It flew a few miles away I hated the Lycan King with passion as he was known for his messy private life. He was a savage and he acted unruly.

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.”

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

And yes, my wolf, which I have had since I was born; finally fucking decided to tell me his name. When I asked Kai, he looked at me oddly and said his beasts made themselves known to him from day one; even Cat knew her wolf’s name. Cat’s wolf is Sable, whereas Kai’s wolf is Gunnar and the Lycan is Loki. What the fuck? I could never imagine having two beasts inside of me, not with the insufferable way my beast acts. /“Careful,”/ he warns. /“Or what?”/ I roll my eyes at his so-called warning.

"Bingley?" Luke asked, the syllables rolling slowly off his tongue as he tested the weight of the name. "For a male?" Cass shrugged, cradling the tiny shifter-cat to his chest. "Why not? He’s got spirit. I think it fits." Luke’s eyes—the pale, icy blue of a frozen lake—softened as they landed on the kitten. "Yeah," he relented. "It works." "Hear that, Bing? You’ve got a title now. Happy naming day, little guy. You’re officially the pack’s cutest addition." Cass pressed a quick kiss to the kitten’s head before beaming at Luke. "Come on. Let’s go get our boy some gear."