Warrior Cats Tribe Names Novels & Stories

Iwaoka immediately bowed his head. The Liu Tribe was a reputable family in Vestia. They are one of the largest and strongest tribe in the Kingdom of Demetrius. The element that upheld their title was Water. Kai's dark blue eyes fell on Iwaoka. His eyes were filled with contemplation. "Son, you are supposed to call me Zē." Iwaoka smiled albeit bitterly. He understood the meaning behind the elder Liu's words. "Máh, Zē."

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

He looked ahead and could not hide his admiration at the aura the Saville family is projecting as well as its pack members. With matching white hairs in different lengths and styles, different shades of blues for their eyes, physique, and stature, it’s no wonder that they are really called as the Warriors of the North. They all emanate an aura of strength, “I’d like you to meet my mother, Marianna,” Amarah introduced warmly. She let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around her mother’s shoulders. “My brother, Nicholas and his soon-to-be wife, Diana and my younger sister, Arianna.”

“You survived. That’s not pathetic.” His gaze fell to the bandages on his arms. “It doesn’t feel like surviving. Not yet.” I poured him water, helped him sip. When he was done, I sat back, folding my arms over my knees. “What happened to you, Juan?” His eyes lingered on the flames, and then he spoke. “My full name is Juan Elric of the Katana Tribe. Or… it should be.” I blinked at the mention of that tribe. The Katana wolves were secretive, brutally loyal to bloodlines and tradition. One of the oldest warrior tribes in the northern forests—high walls, higher pride. Outsiders rarely got close. Even the Seer rarely spoke of them.

And just like that, the training grounds erupted with new life, every wolf eager to prove themselves beneath my gaze. The feeling was back again, the one I never thought I would feel again. By the time I put the fifth warrior down, I had a name to it. Peace. Strenght. Motivation.

The pack was as strong as his Autumn Pack but the Crescent Silver Moon pack are royals. Nevertheless, Alpha Calhoun would find a way to make them bow to only him.

I hesitated on what to say next, then Michael steps in “Our fellow pack. We have returned because we got the news that our father was kidnapped and some of our brave warriors were murdered. Then some of our little pups were taken captive, but one thing we can assure you, we are here to bring them back home. For our brave soldiers, may they rest in peace. We will keep their name high. A statue will be put up with their name engraved.” Michael steps back and gives me the gesture to go on. I nod and continue with pride.

With one strike of his claws, he sent her fleeing back towards the other caves where more cats seemed to emerge from. How many cats are part of this Tribe? he wondered as he found himself facing yet another Tribe cat. The good news was, these cats were easy to deal with. Compared to fighting a fully trained warrior, they were nothing more than pushovers. Which left Flamestrike worried that he was getting in over his head, again.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.