Warrior Cats Personality Generator Novels & Stories

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

this Theo isnt like the guy who would flare up just because of something so trifle. *** Cath was turned on by that fact that he was mature and a good person. And not a weakling that lets his emotions control him and acts violently just to justify every thing even if they are wrong and selfish and what else immature. Cath loathes and despise those type of guys even though they are good looking their attitude is dirt garbage like squatters in Manila. They are just that good looking nothing else they dont differ from anyone else they dont stand out they just blend in with the rest of them.

I have streaky red hair down past my waist and bright orange eyes. I know I am a WereCat of some type as Mane Beatrice’s cheetah wouldn’t have let me stay if I wasn’t. However, I still haven’t shifted or even heard my cat, so we are not sure which one I am and then you have the colour of my eyes, Duke says that there is more to me however, we just don't know what. The Vapor-Moon Pride was different to most as we are a Pride of and for warriors and not a male one but female. The Pride is made up of about 50 or so female WereCheetahs, however; we only have 3 males.

Knowing he is my mate; I have no doubt he can deliver what I want and need. I try to push away the thoughts of bedroom time with him and focus back on our conversation instead. “Pussycat might not be the best comparison for you then. Felines, of all species, are actually quite aggressive. They are territorial just like wolves too, and they are incredibly overprotective of their young. They don’t live in packs or large groups like we do, but they are fiercely territorial. I’d say you are more of a teddy bear, an object made for snuggles and love.” I tease him and he smiles down at me. “I’ll accept that comparison if it means I get snuggles from you,” he winks with his own teasing statement, a

Her vision got cloudy thinking of the memory as she bounced off a passing tree. “Shift.” Cahira order pushing her way through. ‘We cant fucking shift!” Levi screamed becoming beyond frustrated with her wolf, the word flung out of her mouth, as she slipped again. “Mate.” Cahira whimpered as Levi rolled on the ground. Levi slammed her fist into the ground. Fighting with her wolf was worse than fighting with her heart or brain. Her wolf was her other half. She shut her eyes, her fingers digging into the soil as she tried to calm herself down and push Cahira back.

The large man said with what could only be described as an ‘I told you so’ look. “What about you?” Doc asked Jill. “Are werecats the same way?” Gunny laughed and Jill shook his head. “No. We do have mates, but we are not tied to them like wolves are. And my breed is very…” “He’s a damned tomcat,” Gunny supplied. “Given half the chance, he’ll fuck you and Jack at the same time. And then prowl afterwards.” “I would not,” Jill objected. “I would have a snack and then go prowl.”

"You are just so dramatic, and you are something else. Are you sure you should be a warrior? I don't even know how to explain your personality." "Well... what can I say?" the warrior replied sassily. "Life's too short not to make someone smile." "Mmm..." Morvienne nodded, holding in a laugh. "Indeed." As they continued talking about different things, and getting to know each other more, Morvienne picked up that he was the loud, carefree kind of warrior. The type who, even if he had just met you, would make you feel welcomed and comfortable. He was also the type who talked a lot, joked easily, and laughed louder. The kind everyone liked, the life of the party or rather... training ground. And

I looked at him well but I didn't know who the person was but I didn't fail to notice he is a beta blood. I don't have a beta. Being that I gathered all my warriors from rogues, people that have been abandoned or given up on life. I took them and gathered their lives together. None of them are ranked wolf but I don't mind. I made sure they are almost as strong as an alpha of a normal wolf with training. During the course of the years, I have over six generations who are now warriors. My warriors and their pups. I mostly have males in my pack because during my gathering I told the moon goddess that what I needed most were male and she answered my prayers. I do have female warriors but they ar

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.

he asked his fellow warriors, who nodded in agreement. Kent has a gaudy stature that portrays a "not to be messed with" kind of guy. He was wearing a tight black shirt that made his muscles more prominent. The same as the other warriors and has tan skin. And of course, the werewolf genes never fail to amaze everyone; all were quite the lookers. "She’s a rogue," Blair and her bitchy tone ruined the mood. Picking her meat lazily and chewing it in the fanciest way. "Disgusting."