Warrior Cat Apprentice Ceremony Novels & Stories

Do they realize the trauma they're forcing me to visit? The poison in the handcuffs makes my hands numb and itch uncontrollably. When the office doors open, that's what I try to focus on, not on the fourteen people staring at me. There's a rule in the Council: every candidate to an alpha position must attend the meetings accompanied by the warrior of that said pack, which means if this was a normal meeting, my father would be standing behind Devin.

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

“When something traumatic happens before or around the time of your first shift that creates a long term injury or disability it prevents you from shifting regularly. The first shift happens between fifteen and six months old to the end of your nineteenth year with the majority happening between fifteen and seventeen. Every pack is mandated by the council to participate in the new shifter’s ceremony. How often they do it is up to them. Small packs without a lot of money will often combine with other small packs and have the ceremony once a year. Some of the largest packs with high birth rates will set a schedule of having one every two to six months. After the ceremony is completed the new s

I think something about the Litha ceremony had him on edge. "All done," Orion's voice ripped me back to reality. I felt his grossly wet thumb touch my cheek and opened my eyes to see him smudging off the paint around my warrior marks. All members of this pack that reached a certain point in training had the chance to receive them. There were three levels of our rankings and when you advanced you earned one. Orion, Silas, and I had gained all three.

I stayed close to the edges, keeping my head down and my slender frame hidden in the oversized clothes. Alpha Harlan's voice rang out again from the platform as he walked along the edge, addressing the whole group. "Remember why we do this ceremony every year for wolves turning eighteen. It awakens the deeper wolf spirit, tests bloodline power and shows who can stand with us against outside threats. The Moon Goddess blesses those who prove worthy, Elder Selene will guide the shifts one by one.“ Pause, looked around, “Make me proud, pack."

The stone was cool against my back despite the furs, grounding me in the reality of what was about to happen while the stars wheeled overhead. "The Breeding Ceremony begins," the High Priestess announced solemnly to all assembled. "Kael, war chief of our people, you will take her first as befits your station." Kael stepped forward from the line of warriors, his massive cock already fully hard and jutting proudly from his powerful body. I watched him approach with eager anticipation, my pussy clenching instinctively in readiness for his invasion. He was the war chief, the leader of all our warriors, and it was right and proper that he should claim me first.

But she stood in the pack's burial meadow through all three ceremonies, and she did not look away from any of them, because she had asked these wolves to hold a line and they had held it and she owed them her full presence. Damian stood on her right. Asher, to the quiet surprise of the assembled pack, stood on her left. No one commented on it. Which meant everything. The first ceremony was for a young male named Cole, nineteen years old, newly transitioned, who had been in his third week of warrior training when the call came. He had, Eric had told them during the interrogation, been someone Eric was planning to recruit for Vance's intelligence network. Cole had refused that part had not mad

Even if she wasn't, she made sure not to mingle with everyone else but she was respected by everyone for her work ethic. “But I'm certain she'll show in today's ceremony, after all, it's compulsory.” “Will you attend?” I asked quietly. “No, I have to look over the girls especially the unmated girls. It's dangerous for them to roam around when the ceremony starts.” I looked at the wall clock. 6:30pm. It wasn't intense untill 9pm when the influence of the moon would start showing. The top warriors of Shadow Ace had to be present during the ceremony regardless of gender.

He caught my gaze and gave me a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of the momentous occasion. As the ceremony began, the pack’s elders stepped forward, their robes billowing in the evening breeze. The ancient rites of passage had been performed for centuries, a tradition that signified the passing of leadership from one Alpha to the next. Tyral knelt before the elders, his head bowed in solemn respect as they anointed him with the sacred oils, marking him as the rightful leader of the Blood Moon Pack.

Left alone largely because we have nothing anyone wants. But there is the tradition, all warriors are introduced to the new wolves. They are taken on a run from town to town before returning and joining training the next day. Every pup is taught the perils of straying from home when they first shift. We spend the year between then and the ceremony waiting anxiously for the day our wolves are known to the pack and can run openly. So we sit and wait and wonder if we will make our kids sit and wait when it is their time. Will we forget our wolves straining to be let free and keep our children bound to a tradition?