Warrior Cats Oc Name Generator Novels & Stories

do it for you” she shut her eyes giggling like a ten years old. Catrina woke up a few hours before dinner, Terrick is the bathroom taking his bath. He step out with a towel rap round his waist with water dripping from his body. Catrina couldn’t take her eyes off of him, she follow the trace of the drop of water which move from his hair to his neck and down his broad chest sliding down to his waist and sipping into his towel. Catrina’s mouth felt dry “ you like what you see?” Terrick ask her “ uhuh” she answered without knowing “ oh wait no” she denied it “ no?” “Yes oh no ahh” she ran out of the room, Terrick couldn’t stop himself from laughing at her. Catrina ran to Annex’s room to meet Em

Werecats had a long history of deep respect and cared for the den as well as its eggs. The first question was what the familiar’s names were. The basilisk told him to refer to her as Lotus. She said she liked the name, and she would take it unless he had any objections. Stefan enjoyed how aggressive she was for a newborn. Their partnership would work well. Although Stefan would never have thought himself an Onyx Sage or that he would stand with a basilisk- a species thought extinct on Ludicium. Mimi was named a long time ago. But Blake had to name his pup. Stefan wasn’t sure which of the two came up with ‘Eriyumilai. ‘ But Lotus and Stefan agreed ‘blazing leaf’ was a ridiculous name for a wo

“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?”

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

"The doctor is aboveground in one of his lab-rooms getting the things he needs for his experiments ready. The wolf-hunter general left already, but he will be back. They are both excited that the plan is working." "I still cannot believe that you are the Wild Psychopath, neither can I believe that you are Anaconda." Cronus huffed. Onaries turned, piercing him with his cold, lifeless gray eyes. "I do not care what you believe, Werewolf. I went by the name Anaconda when I worked in the military. That's the name humans know me for. You all decided to call me the Wild Psychopath. I did not choose that name. I am just Onaries, the Alpha Leader of the Elephant Clan. And when all this is over, I wi

He is close. That night, Tahr holds me tightly and reassures me that we will survive. I trust Tahr and our friends and I know we will make it through this. We snuggle in the nest with our son and talk about names. I say no to Kyran, Braden, and Regal. Tahr says no to Archer, Asgard, and Damar. It's such an ordinary thing to do when we know danger is so very near. I fall asleep in Tahr's arms as he watches over us. I plan to be at full strength to fight our enemy.

He rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly so I could reach under his neck better. “You have no collar, so I don’t think you belong to anyone. You could stay here for as long as you like. What do I call you, though? Hmm... what about Maxwell?” The cat looked at me in what I swore was a “hell no” look. “Ha, okay, no Maxwell. Maybe...ooh, what about Orion after my favorite constellation?” The cat just closed his eyes and put his head back as if he was okay with that name. “Alright, Orion it is then. Well, Orion, I’m going to get a quick workout in before finishing some homework and getting ready for the dance. You have a good day, doing, whatever it is you do all day. And now I’m talking

“I think Troi is pretty. I like watching her.” “Aren’t you afraid of her monster?” I asked, using the word that the pack members had been using. The child shook her head. “No. She’s not a monster. She saved Lucy and my grandma. I love her.” I grinned. “I wish everyone thought how you did.” I paused. Her suggestion was a really good one. “What would you name her big cat?” I asked, curious. “Tyra,” she said promptly. “It means Thunder Warrior. I learned about it in school. We did Norse Mythology and Tyra was a warrior for Thor. Thor’s my favorite Marvel character.” This was well thought out.

“Odd name, but I’ll bite. I’ll get one next time.” He held his out to me, and I took a drink. I could almost taste the lingering of his lips on the cup. “That’s not as good as the Blood Moon, but it’s certainly a favorite taste of mine. It’s called Warrior. Not as flashy of a name, but it tastes good.” Doll. Kai. Handsome. Blood Moon. Warrior. Just like that, the illusion shattered.

But it is too late as the clock chimes. Ora laughs, telling us all her wolf is called Star. Her parents hold her before she says a word that will change her life forever comes out of her mouth, “Mate.” I watch as the young girl I helped raise runs into the arms of a young man standing in the doorway. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. Then I smirk as I remember where I’d seen him before, “Kitten.”