Apprentice Ceremony Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

Dante chuckled and shook his head “you can’t use the wolf during training kitten...not unless the commander does.” Mj groaned “so help me out, you know his fighting style right?” Dante looked up at Mj and a cheshire grin spread across his face. “Kitten are you asking me to give you an unfair advantage,” Mj looked at him with shock in her eyes and he laughed. “I would have done that anyway if for nothing more than to see the look on that fuckers face when you stuff his ass in the dirt with just your simple human self.” Mj grabbed herself around the elbows,“I hope he doesn't pick something awful like salmon...or yellow.” Dante grabbed Mj around the waist and plowed forward until he dropped

Lila’s long auburn hair swayed like a banner of superiority, her curves poured into tight training gear that left little to the imagination. “I’m not staring,” Elara muttered, keeping her eyes on the ground. “Just passing through.” Lila laughed, the sound cruel and melodic. “Passing through? This is the warriors’ ground, omega. Your place is in the kitchens scrubbing pots or spreading your legs for whatever low-ranked male will have you.” She stepped closer, her perfectly manicured nail jabbing Elara’s shoulder. “Or did you forget? Tonight is the Mating Ceremony. Maybe some desperate gamma will pity-fuck the pack’s favorite defect.”

I uttered without hesitation. Even first year trainees were considered as warrior as soon as they finished 30 hours of training with same class and at least a day with senior and all of us already reached that level, but only the chosen ones from the freshman level were allowed to join the patrol, unlike seniors like Helena who were almost considered as full pledge warriors already. He sat up straight, studying me closely with a frown before shaking his head. “You’re not ready. Not yet. You don’t even have your wolf yet.”

I was a hollowed out shell of my former self today, and I didn’t know if I’d ever get the part of me that I lost back. “Who gives this she-wolf away today?” The elder councilman leading the ceremony asks loudly. My mother and stepfather stand. “We do! Alpha and Luna Donovan of the Imperial Woodlands Pack give our daughter, Violet Donovan of the Imperial Woodlands Pack,” Alpha Dickovan says loudly as was the tradition.

she yells and comes toward me, all ready, her tail was hidden under her skirt, and her earls were hidden with a hair band, making her ears look like they were fake and slipped on. "Say bye-bye," I tell her ready to leave the house with her, a car was waiting for us, one of the pack mates is taking us to the school along with the rest of the pack members who were ready for school, it's only four in total, and kitten is only coming for the day. "Ready?" I ask her, holding her hand walking toward the school, toward our first class of the day.

He was still wondering how a she-wolf got a werecat as a mate. 'How's that possible? ' Few minutes later Alexander came down the staircase with a medium sized box in his hands. He was about to leave when Calhoun suddenly asked a question. "Werecats Cannot be mated to werewolves. If you marked her, how did you do it? " The question caught Alexander off guard. All heads turn towards Alexander including Xavier who was also surprised at the outcome. Alexander glared at the alpha before waving his hand. "A story for later, I should go to her," he bypassed the question and left almost immediately.

"I am a little tipsy." "A little tipsy from the two bottles of wine? Mhm, sure, Kat," Audrey mocks. "And you can't forget the champagne before that," Dan chimes in. "I hate you both," I roll my eyes, and sit up on the floor, making sure I do have my bearings before standing. Once satisfied with my clear head, I stand and walk with my arms stretched out to the side in a straight line to the kitchen; heel to toe. "Kat, just because you have your arms out doesn't mean you're going in a straight line!"

he says, kissing my forehead. Marking me... Yes I remembered learning about that in school. I would have a sort of tattoo on my neck, a symbol of my mate. I blush. “There’s one other thing that comes with being my mate,” he whispers. “What’s that handsome,” I ask, seeing the wind blow his hair just over his eyes. I reach to move it. “You don’t exactly become a Shadow Warrior but you still take an oath. You might hear things from time to time, you might see things. You might be asked to lend your talents to help, like Katrina does for Chance,” he explains.

His stern gaze swept across the hall. “Lisa and Liam, step forward.” My heart skipped. I exchanged a quick glance with Kael before rising to my feet. He gave me another nod, silently urging me forward. My chest tightened. I made my way toward the stage, Liam approaching from the opposite side. We climbed onto the platform and stood several feet apart, both dressed in identical training armor. Logan stepped between us. “Today, you will undergo the warrior qualification test,” he announced, his voice carrying across the entire hall. “This test is designed to determine whether a warrior possesses the skill, endurance, discipline, and combat ability required to advance to a higher rank.”

I silently thanked the Moon Goddess in my heart. “Please, let this happiness last.” … The following days passed like a beautiful dream. The entire Wild Prowlers Pack transformed before my eyes. Everywhere I looked, preparations filled the air. Workers decorated the ceremonial grounds. Tailors hurried through the manor carrying elegant fabrics. Warriors polished ancient ceremonial weapons. The pack buzzed with excitement. Even the elders paid me a personal visit. They bowed respectfully. “We acknowledge Luna Kate's wish to follow the traditional mating ceremony.” One elder carefully placed an old, leather-bound scroll into my hands.