Apprentice Ceremony Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

We're still winning. We are, technically. But Mike's sharper these days. Not stronger—just... better trained. Beta training is a privilege and a responsibility. And an annoying advantage when your older brother has been drilled in strategy and control while you've been drilled in "try not to kill each other in the basement." I'm Catherine Evans. Cat to everyone who knows me. KitCat to my family, because apparently they're incapable of letting go of anything cute and humiliating. I turned eighteen earlier this year—and finally got to shift into my wolf.

his voice carried a warning growl, "let me remind you one last time - you're only here as Serena's stand-in. Serena is my mate in name, and the coven elders are not yours to claim. Know your place." Bitterness and resentment flashed in Vivienne's eyes, her perfect mask cracking for just a moment. Before she could respond, Lucien ran up to them, his small feet pattering on the ceremonial floor. He tugged at Damien's ceremonial robes with the entitlement of a child who'd never known rejection, his small face bright with innocence. "Daddy, Daddy!" he chirped. "Grandparents are calling for you! They want to finish the ceremony!" Then, fatally, he added: "We don't need that bad Thrall anymore, ri

Ahh this ceremony I groaned Finally the day of ceremony arrived. It was held at our new pack house which was completed just yesterday. All the members of the Northern moon pack shifted here yesterday itself. All of the Southern Moon pack was present. Whole event was so tiring. All of us took the oath, then we were given the title of Alpha and Luna, we marked each other, ( Aroha gave me a bite too. It just left teeth marks on my neck) Beta, Gamma and others took their oaths too. We went for the run as well.

Mitchell smirked proudly as he eyed the bloody warrior who was being tended to by a pack doctor. "Cool, I'm glad I started to train. A future Luna has to be able to defend herself," I joked, I was slowly accepting that I was going to be a Luna in a few months, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try to get out of the ceremony so I could be just a regular wolf for maybe a year. I had started to train about a week ago, every day after my Luna lessons, I'd be training for a gruesome five hours with the other warriors and with a mentor like Mitchell, I had excelled quicker in a few days than the some of the warriors here.

Kate said, her back leaning on the wall. Silently looking at the ceiling. She slowly closed her eyes as she hung her head low when Raize stood up and gave his speech without hesitation. "I, Raize Luco, Alpha of the Black Moonlight Pack, hereby give my rejection to my mate, Kate Asie, Omega of the White Moonlight Pack." Raize finished his speech off as he turned his back, leaving Kate, who finally sobbed in desperation. "Haha!" Kate laughed loudly. But her laugh did not contain any happiness, as it all contained negative emotions.

“I mean it’s not your pet, right?” She stared at him, unsure how he could be cracking jokes in the face of this murder kittten. But all she could do was shake her head. Nope. Not her pet. “Good. Don’t want it getting awkward when I vanquish him.” He said, the corners of his lips wrinkling with amusement. Its glowing eyes narrowed. Turning to the warrior, it lunged toward him. Claws scraped leather. The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

Warriors moved about the grounds below, training, talking, living… Living while Thane was dead. While the prophecy pressed on me like a curse. While everything I touched seemed to crumble. A sharp ping cut through the silence. My phone lit up on the nightstand. I pushed away from the window and grabbed it, expecting a message from Caspian or Kieran… But instead, bold letters glowed on the screen: Tournament Committee: Reminder — The Winner’s Award Ceremony Concludes Today. Final Call for Champion Nalani to Claim Her Title as “Warrior of the Golden Crest"

He covered it by clearing his throat loudly enough that every single person present pretended not to notice simultaneously. Alaric looked at the ground for a moment and I pressed my lips together. We barely kept it together. Cael sat in the arms of one of the warriors who had unofficially decided he was his favorite person at some point during the past few months. Cael spent the entire ceremony reaching for things that were not there the way he always did, and he grabbed at the warrior's collar. The warrior stood perfectly still and held him like it was the most natural thing in the world.