Warrior Cats Name List Novels & Stories

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.

But of course, the universe ignored my desires and cry for help. “Black Fur Pack, Crescent Glow Pack, Dark Moon Pack, Moon Stone, and Howling Wolves Pack.” Beta Louis, Alpha Tristan’s righthand man, read out the names of the packs from a scroll and he continued, addressing everyone in the arena, “These packs have qualified for the next rounds.” The cheer in the arena sent vibrations through the floor and I smiled despite the mixed feelings gnawing deeply within my stomach. The other warriors from Black fur jubilated and I joined them, happiness flowing through my being.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

I look over and see Katerina with the Palmetto warriors appear, walking towards us. “Kat, I thank you for your help along with your warriors.” “Derek apologizes for not coming himself.” “No worries Kat, I appreciate the help he was able to send. My warriors are ready” “These are the best warriors we have and they have faced against Alastor’s army before with what had happened at the flock territory,” says Katerina. “Well then I would like my warriors and yours to get together to give us a better idea of what we are up against.”

She lets out a short whistle and yells, “LIAM, NOAH, OLIVER, ELIJAH, JAMES, WILLIAM, LUCAS, THEODORE. FRONT AND CENTER.” I then watch as the 8 warriors she called out for stand to attention, look over at Angie, and then jog over to stand in front of her. I couldn’t hear what orders she gave, but they soon had the crates all lined up and open. Once she is ready, she lets out another whistle and yells once more.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

“We’re petting apex predators. No one panic.” "Names," the lion offers, almost formal. "I am Aurel." "Varrow," the wolf says, his tail thumping once. "Rime," the tiger adds, simple as a snowflake. “Aurel. Varrow. Rime,” I repeat. “I’m Branwen. You already knew that.” "We did," Rime says. "We smell truth."

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

Do I even know my name? “Honey, my name is Katrina and we’re all Shadow Warriors. You know what that means right,” she asks, sitting on the side of the bed and nodding. She’s got a thick accent that seems mysterious, sexy and intriguing. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard. I think anyhow. I nod when I do remember having learned about them in school. I kind of pictured them more like… police ninjas? Certainly not like her.