Warrior Cat Names Taken Literally Novels & Stories

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

"I was wondering if any of you knows where Mathew is?" The young pups stare at her for a moment, and she thinks they might feel uncomfortable at her presence. Then one of them asks grimly, "Mathew the Omega or Mathew the Warrior? Which one are you looking for, Miss?" "Oh," Emily blinks, confused. Drat, there just had to be two Matthews. How on earth is she going to know if he is Omega or Warrior, whatever that even means? Maybe they called him Warrior because of his physique, because in all honesty, he is built like one.

I smiled as excitement washed through me. “Why are you smiling like a creep?” He asked, looking at me suspiciously. “ I love it when you call me Cat.” I replied, tilting my neck to one side as I continued to smile. Gwaine said nothing at first, then he simply rolled his eyes. “Your name is Catherine, not Cat . How can you be a cat when you’re a wolf?” He asked and this time, it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Well, why did you just call me Cat then?”

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

she called him by his real name The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxious and frightened at the absence of his Lord. He couldn't decide that what he should command the fighters; whether order them to continue fighting or surrender to their enemies.

A few weeks later she was lying on their bed cradling him in her arms, ‘Damon was wrong’ She whispered to herself ‘You will be a strong Alpha like your Father’ She looked up as Lucas came into their room Hello beautiful’ He bent down and kissed her sitting on the bed he took the baby into his arms a look of purest love on his face ‘What shall we call him my little Wolf?’ Katya smiled at the picture they made and said softly, 'His name is Conri, Gaelic for the Wolf King’ Lucas laughed, Perfect, welcome Conri’

With eyes fixated on Alpha Brandon, he recited his name as a form of acknowledgment. “ Warriors, I'm honoured to introduce you to the great Alpha Hercules.’’ the expressions on all their faces weren't unshaking even. but they were good at masking those emotions. I wasn't able to smell a hint of Fear. but a different set of emotions I couldn't quite understand. they had to be something off about this. there had to be a particular reason as to why the alpha chose to keep this from me. why you have not ordered them right here immediately I finished looking through my new set of Warriors. Martin stands right behind me. the Warriors nod their head vigorously reciting my name like it had been a ni

“You took out the Ninja? Damn dudette, mad props to you.” “Thanks . . . ” “Anyway, word is these cats call themselves the Marching Tides. I guess they see themselves as marching to turn the tides against T.H.E.M.” I may hate the bastards with every fiber of my being, but I must concede that ‘Marching Tides’ is definitely a cooler name than ‘Nick’s Minions’ as Jason and I have been referring to them up until now. “Well, they’ve pretty successfully dismantled T.H.E.M.’s operations,” I say, “so is it Mission: Accomplished for them?”

I don't even know his name and yet he calls me to the front to show me "basic moves'. If only he knew how well trained I actually am then he wouldn't be choosing to embarass himself right now. As far as I'm concerned his ignorance needs to be taught a lesson. This is going to be the most fun I've had in awhile. It is taking everything in me to keep a straight face instead of smirking like I would love to do. "You know my name, but I don't know yours. I don't think that's very fair, do you?" I ask with the most innocent voice I can muster. "You're right. It's not fair. My name is Allistar, I am the Top Warrior of the Opal River pack." No shit Sherlock. Goddess, men are so aggravating. "I was

‘His Highness won't throw it on the streets? “I brought your cat because I thought you would be lonely,” replied Illarion as he closed his book, then tugged at the nape of the fat black cat that had just emerged from hiding. It turned out that the cat had been placed under Illarion's chair all this time. "Why did you name it like that?" asked Illarion, stroking the cat now on his lap. "Because he's a cheerful cat. Illarion means cheerful," answered Amanda enthusiastically with sparkling eyes.