Warrior Cats Personality Generator Novels & Stories

She was a warrior and completely unbreakable. Then we had Faye, my kitty. I had never laid eyes on a more beautiful wolf in my entire life. She was powerful, and her strength flooded me with desire. I loved the fact that my wolf mate was a complete badass. It did not matter that she was descended from Selene. I would love her just as much even if she was not. ‘I’ll give you a sixty second head start before I come after you. Run, Kitty,’ I told her before turning my back.

I admitted without an ounce of care to sounding like a scared little girl. “Zuri is harmless.” Luka started laughing again. “My question is, if your character is a werewolf, why are you befriending a cat? Aren’t dogs and cats like natural enemies?” “Not at all. I like cats. There are a lot of dogs that like cats too.”

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

(Cathy pov) My name is Cathy and I am an omega as the wolves call it, wolves that are tagged omega's are usually traitors, criminals and wolves with very low social standings. I was born into wealth but that didn't last long in my life,my father was an army general, yeah 'was' he died in battle... I think his death was planned by his fellow generals. After my father died the other army general did everything they could to take all my fathers wealth and left us with nothing...we hard to struggle to get by everyday afraid of being shamed and bullied. My life isn't something interesting I have been living as an omega for as long as I can remember, my life has been really hard it isn't filled wi

And Blake is more extensive than me, so chances are whatever is out there might turn satisfied after eating him. "Werecats are wilder and much more savage than us werewolves. They can't be spoken or reasoned with, all they crave is blood, and they never hunt alone." "C-Cats who don't hunt alone?" My day is only getting worse. Blake nods. "They are like lions." I gulp and tap Blake meaningly on the back, causing him to spin around with his eyebrows heightened. I'm feeling like a kid looking up at their parent and expecting them to act as my shield.

He feels what I feel, so why hide it anymore? “The Luna is the mother of the pack; she caters to its emotional needs and other typical feminine shit. I am a warrior. I fight, I don’t sit around helping pups make macaroni artwork,” he spits. “Wow,” I laugh humourlessly. “Say what you really mean, you see the Luna as the wolf version of a housewife, and by taking that title, it makes you one,” I surmise. He clenches his molars and I feel his disgust. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?

"When we first met, I thought he was one of the bravest cats in the forest… Then things changed when he became a warrior." Smokefrost's heart began to race a little faster when she pictured the dark-furred tom. Now she understood why he looked so familiar. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. They'd never spoken much to each other, but it always seemed as if he was glaring in her direction whenever they were alone or close by. "Well, I'm a warrior of ShadowClan now myself," she snapped. "I can see that," Frost narrowed her eyes dangerously. "And I'm warning you not to trust the Clan cats. All they ever do is cause heartbreak and hardship."

I wondered why he wanted to talk about that, but if it meant that we could avoid the topic of his lonely heart since my departure, I was more than happy to indulge him. “It’s kind of incredible,” I grinned. “The way they train especially. They’re split into four – well, sort of five, but not really – tribes, that all relate to the animals native to their pack lands. It’s done based on personality traits, mostly the ones that are important in a battle. So things like loyalty, adaptability, resourcefulness, creativity, planning, passion, anger, competitiveness…” I trailed off, worried that Jacob was getting bored. On the contrary, his eyes had lit up. “Oh yeah? Well, what are they? And which o

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.