Warrior Cat Roles Novels & Stories

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

By the time you're a candidate for the warrior program, you are lethal. Training here starts early and is mandatory, so no younglings are defenseless. Our sentry warriors and trackers are the first lines of defense against attack, alerting the troops. We have a diverse community of all kinds of shifters and a few humans too. Most patrol warriors are lion or wolf shifters, as strength, speed, and stamina are needed to take on a breach from the Shadow clan. They are relentless as the only clan who doesn't want peace and cooperation.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

"We will talk about this later, Melia." Ember retreated to the back of my mind as we finished our laps. We all lined up in order, Sigmas, Kappas, Elites, Zetas, Thetas, Sentinels and Jr Warriors. Nikita was a Zeta, me and Maisie are still Jr Warriors until Friday when we spar for a Sentinel spot. I've been training hard and plan on sparring my way into a Zeta spot before summer and an Elite spot before my Alpha ceremony if not a Sigma spot which are the highest ranking warriors in our pack. It's a specialty squad of women my grandma created when she was the Alpha. No one knows exactly what they do, only that it's top secret. There are five Kappas or Captains that lead the five additional spe

She asks naively as I saw a few warriors clench their jaws while Isaac arched his brow unimpressed by his cousin's "We are not mere security guards, we are not just called upon to handle little tiffs. We are the protectors of the realm, we are the guardians of our people. We Are Wrath... We are War." He says fiercely as his aura starts to leak while my beast fought against submission and wanting to protect our now shivering mate.

|Jobs Warrior lvl1 Knight lvl1 Healer lvl30 Swordmaster lvl1 Archer lvl30 Rogue lvl30 Mage lvl30 Special Job (Locked) |Greed: 2%

The work in the office was not that hectice and she was slowly getting used to it. Her work was mostly that of an accountant, and she has to look after the maintainence of the pack as well, the weapons, the training equipments and as the beta her job was also to be an advisior to the alpha. Sometimes the beta also train the warriors, majority of the times that job is for the head warriors. The warriors after their trainign is complete are divided into a group and mostly the head of the group is called the head warrior who will be responsible for the training and all those head warriors report to the beta.

The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'