Warrior Cats Personality Novels & Stories

The distance was short—easy to jump. I leapt down and stood before her. She was small and pretty. "Your hair is red. I’ve never seen it before," she said. I found her funny and giggled. "You can touch it if you want." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gently tapped my hair, visibly amazed. "Betas are the warriors of a pack. They fight and protect everyone. They’re strong-willed. Don’t be sad that you’re a beta. You’re pretty, too," I said with a reassuring smile.

"Of course, Master Herman. Even just having your dominant presence inside my citadel is worth every single piece of resource." Even though his mouth says those words, his inner wolf aches at the massive price. These Shadow Fang Warriors possessed extraordinary killing skills, but their minds were also incredibly arrogant and greedy. Each territory job they took was just another excuse to extort the supreme alpha, draining his vaults dry with every outrageous demand.

She was a skilled fighter and an asset in any fight but even Tawny felt that her place was here. “Besides, I can keep a closer eye on Oliver.” She gave a growl when speaking of the Rogue, turned Delta. “If any fraction of Aodh’s army happens to land on our shores, we will be there to fight them.” She was adamant and truthfully, she was secretly hoping Lamia would leave Seneca with her. Tawny was my wild cat, even though half wolf, she was spirited and commanding, and took no bullshit from anyone. It was a part of her personality I had come to love and admire her for.

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

So, he let the disdain in the other male's voice go as he spoke of his natus. "As Viper pointed out, you have seen her in action. You know fully well what she is capable of and contrary to what you may believe; it was not simply luck that helped her survive. The small human is very skilled in the art of combat. Even more so than some of the secundo gradu warriors we have." This statement earned Habu a scoff from the older maoir and it was apparent to Habu that his frater could not be sensibly reasoned with. Which unfortunately, for him was often the case.

To switch places with me. But when I stand before the King and express my concern, the response I get from him shocks the life out of me. ******* Caterina's POV I may have grabbed the commander's attention during the physical tests due to my small stature, but luckily for me, we don't have enough time. The commander, who happens to be my mate (or should I say ex mate) is more focused on getting his wolves in order and being ready for when the enemy attacks as opposed to remembering when he ever admitted such a tiny looking boy into his army.

"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

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

DK asked. “One of the warriors had a pet cat,” I started to say, and the expression on DK’s face made me smile as I confirmed the irony. “I know know. What can I say, she’s a cat lover. Anyways, her mom came to identify her body and she came along with the warrior's cat. The cat escaped from the mom’s arms as she fell to her knees and found out that her daughter was dead.” I know that DK was smart and I have no doubt why he was able to put the pieces together with no problems at all. This is why I was not surprised when he said,

Xavier's pov I laid on my paws at the back of Alessandro's mind whimpering whilst trying to control my anger and blood lust. I'm trying very hard not to let Alessandro feel my bloodlust as it affects him in horrible ways the last time that happened we nearly became rogues if it wasn't for the council I don't know where we'd be right now. I'm an ancient warrior wolf and as such my anger and blood lust is worst than normal wolves and to top it off I have alpha blood so in short I'm a bomb waiting to go off. Mom keeps me calm she knows how to help me when I'm loosing control, right now Alessandro and I are both hanging by a thread and we need her more than ever.