Warrior Cat Rogue Names Novels & Stories

This was not Tristan. Athena challenged him. “You are the rogue on the loose!” “What if I am?” The wolf answered. “I have the order of the Ironclaw Shadows to bring you in.” the rogue sneered at her in defiance. “How can a mere she wolf like you arrest me?” he growled. “Try me.” Athena said as she launched at him. The rogue was surprised at her strength and speed. A tussle proved that Athena was indeed a warrior and the starving rogue easily gave up.

I muttered as the scent of the sweat and blood grew stronger. Jason and the other soldier quickly formed a defensive formation. It didn’t take long before the rogue launched an attack on us. It was fast but it seemed like it was out of control so it wasn’t difficult to bring him down. I crouched beside the rogue, my claws still out. “What's your name?” I ordered. The rogue tried to struggle with Jason who pinned him straight to the floor and spat blood at the ground. “You don’t need my name.” I growled low in my throat. “I’ll ask once and if you act stubborn, then it’s over. I wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of you.”

And why on earth would an identified rogue gang approach him? “You have a lot of questions,” the man continued. “That is understandable since you must think of our gang as a rogue group that aims to disrupt the affairs of the pack.” “That is exactly what you are,” Symon pointed out. “If you say so. However, with the recent happenings, it is clear that Alpha Rune is a rogue too.” Rune narrowed his eyes. “You had better convince me at the end of your statement not to behead you.” His threat did not move Omega Keith. “The Wolfkin Gang is aware that your banishment was a scheme by enemies you have refused to acknowledge.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Who?”“A man.” His tone was steady. “Someone with special skills. Although he is a rogue, he is the right man for the job.” I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. A rogue for a bodyguard? The thought alone sent fear and curiousity souring through my veins. No one dared to even be seen with Rogues, as they were considered outcasts, unwanted wastes, cast aside by their pack. "What's his name?” I asked, whipping off my tears. My father's expression turned cold.

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

“I understand that you are tired and upset, and I understand that you might hate me, you might be furious with me too, but you need to understand that you have your duties in front of those who are around us. No matter how angry and annoyed you might be, you need to know to fulfill them in front of the other packs.” “Our differences and pains are to be set aside, and you are going to set them aside, you are going to understand that the weight that you carry is difficult. We are rogues, we are stronger than others, but we are also alone. We are not going to submit to anyone or anything, but we must not allow anyone to see the pain that we are in, and we must never allow anyone to see us weake

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

Thanks to the condition that the late late late late king, the war towards the wolves and rogues comes to an end. The Rogues were also able to build a small town of two hundred wolves. They may be small, but don't underestimate them; each Rogue can fight five Kingdom warriors. They are so powerful that their god granted them a blessing as well. Esmeth's sister also blessed the kingdom's people so that they could fight them. Making the two races engage in an endless war.

I would accomplish all I have wanted, and I would not need that coward of a son to accomplish it. I glanced at the letter one more time, and a smile appeared on my face. The Alpha rogue was a proud man, and that was the person I wanted to work with. He had enough warriors to take down the pack. Alpha Caramel's warriors were people who cherished dignity, and the right path but rogues do not have such a notion. They believed in any way that would bring them to victory bad or good. They had no law guiding them. The only person they respected was the Alpha, and that was it. They were going to help me get what I have always wanted. I placed the letter down, and Finn spoke.

Then the warriors chasing him came next, and they were now looking at me, probably wondering who I was or whether I was with the rogue or not. “Mineee…” A yell from behind a warrior echoed, which made me look at where the yelling came from; there I found a masculine and huge man in his shorts. "Lucky," I heard the rogue say, which made me turn and look at him. With the way he grinned, he must be thinking that he would be able to get his hands on me. Unfortunately for him, I was so swift that I grabbed his hands, sidestepped, and stretched my arms, causing the rogue to fall facedown before I used my elbow to strike him on the back. Just before the rogue’s body touched the ground, I readied my