Warrior Cats Names Taken Literally Novels & Stories

"Your name was announced this morning. You are Imperial Princess yan shā of Jungpi. Do you know what the meaning is?" "Is that not a general's term for a surprise attack? It could also pertain to cats pouncing, could it not?" Zaiyuan nodded slowly. "That is true. But to outsiders, it also states your purpose as well as a warning. Yan Ming is the Phoenix of Jungpi. You are the Lion. A phoenix is always reborn, but a lion is not so easily defeated." Yan Sha bowed, her new name feeling like the veil was lifted off of her. "I thank you."

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

"Are you trying to piss me off, Aser?" "Sorry, baby. Mane?" "I'm going to kill you." She hissed and he chuckled. "What about Leo? You know, for a lion." "He’s a wolf, Cass," Aser smirked. "We can't name a wolf Leo. That's like begging for him to be bullied." "Lucas?" Cassie offered. "It means light." "Lucas," Aser tested. "Lucas Marcom." "Or Silas," Cassie whispered.

Any demon that stepped through that line would feel it like a blade to the throat. “This will be known,” he said at last, “as the ‘Venom Claw Fae Kingdom.’” A title that carried both their worlds. The warriors answered with a low, unified roar, the sound threading through the trees and echoing off the rock. The mountain had a new name. And it had death claws. ****

By the time he finished his third plate, Fudge sauntered over with her three kittens in tow. "Do they have names yet?" Bianca asked, picking up a tiny white kitten. "Not yet," Theo replied, his gaze moving from the kittens to her. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he said, "But I've decided now." "They'll be called Swath, Ethsan, and North." She blinked, taken aback. "Why those names?" He smirked, leaning back casually. "They sound like someone who's shameless, annoying, and endlessly dramatic." Her jaw dropped.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

they both say simultaneously. “Which pack are you from?” I ask using my alpha power which will make them unable to lie to me. “We are from Black shadows pack my king, we are werecats” their replay makes me sigh with relief. Werecats and black panthers are very good alleys of our pack so I can be at ease for a will. Their leaders are very good friends of mine even though werecats are very cunning in nature I trust my friend enough to know that he will never harm me and my pack.

I reminded. "One thing you should do when you are around me, my dear," he mumbled. "And that is?" I asked. "Do not give other alpha relevance when you are around me," "Call Dante by his name and do not add any title," he instructed and I could sense a hint of jealousy in his words. "You can't be serious right?" I asked as he frowned looking at me. "Oh my goodness, you are serious," I muttered. "What, you call me by my name, while adding titles to others," He questioned. "Aww, but there is a big difference," I tell him.

Milo smiles and nods his head in silent gratitude to Suea. “Codi hug Swagga now?” She clasps her mittens together. “Suea, Codi. His name is Suea.” “No, Daddy. Kitty is Swagga.” Suea sits up and looks at Arrow who shrugs and chuckles. The tip of the big cat’s tail gently taps the ground a few times before a smug look crosses his face and he lowers his head again. Codi’s eyes light up like fireworks and she gives her new tiger friend an enormous hug around the neck.

I didn’t move a muscle as I looked from her to the big cat. I had met him earlier in the week and learned that he wasn’t like the other War cats. In fact, he didn’t have a handler, as he refused to submit to anyone but my father. That’s why he was made a War Cat of the castle, as he was very good at recognizing who was welcomed and who needed to be watched. That’s how Lucinda explained him to me before telling me his name.