Warrior Cat Ceremonies Novels & Stories

Elders and children of various ages gathered around the fire, a few chatting away, some playing games, others laying with their backs to the grounds gazing and marveling at the sky. "What's this?" Alex whispered to Athena who sat on his right and of course, she completely ignored him staring into the fire. "The Cortez ceremony is a tradition that has been practiced for as long as I can remember. Every ten years the oldest of the pack tells the history of not only the pack but of werewolves from the beginning till date." The beta sitting to his left explained. "Thank you." "No thanks necessary ." "How old is the beta." He whispered to Athena nudging her this time.

We had managed to invite and receive confirmations from some of our allies to attend the gathering. While we were planning the party for tonight, we had also been planning for the ceremonies for the following night. Carson had selected his head warrior as his Gamma, freeing Cole up to attend the ceremonies as well. When we returned, Carson would also host the ceremonies for Cole and his new Gamma. These would be less formal, but would include the pack, once again.

Colt gave me a look. “Yeah. I know we need to do things a little different but this is Kris’s luna ceremony. I don’t want to take anything away from her.” “Your safety is more important than any ceremony.” Colt reached over and held my hand. “The warriors are going to be standing around. Alec has arranged for security to do ID checks and even people to get wanded.” “That seems extreme. Do you honestly thing that is not too much? With all the alpha’s around, surely they wouldn’t try anything.” That shocked me. “Though, I’m sure the alphas appreciate it.”

“You want to come to a ceremony honouring the people my father helped kill?” “I want to come to a ceremony honouring the people who should have changed the world. Who would have, if they’d lived. Whose vision I’m trying to fulfil now.” He was quiet for a moment. “And I want to support you. If you’ll let me.” “Yes. I’d like you there.” The month passed quickly. My pack helped me prepare. Choose a dress. Practiced my speech. Reminded me to breathe when anxiety got too high. The ceremony was formal. Held at Council headquarters. Alphas from across the continent attended. I wore a silver dress that matched my wolf form. Kaden wore a suit and looked uncomfortably handsome.

They took everything from me. But I was still here. Still breathing. Still fighting..The door burst open hours later. Morning light streamed in, harsh and bright. Two guards grabbed my arms, hauling me to my feet. "Time for the ceremony," one grunted. They dragged me through the house, past the rooms I'd once called home, past Henry's bedroom where I could hear him laughing with Catherine. They pulled me outside where the entire pack had gathered. Hundreds of wolves stood in a circle around a raised platform. Richard stood at the center, looking every inch the Alpha in his formal robes. Catherine stood beside him, wearing a white dress like a bride.

“But I want to see it. All of it. I want to remember what we saved.” Zack snorted quietly. “You sound like someone who’s finally letting herself believe it’s over.” I looked out over the courtyard again. “I think,” I said slowly, “I finally understand what it cost.” The ceremony began not long after. The elders stood at the front, their cloaks heavy with symbols older than any single pack. Warriors lined the stone paths, some still bearing bandages, others standing proud and whole. The banners of every merged pack fluttered side by side above the walls.

He walks into Oona's game room and takes a seat, all smiles. "I've been meaning to spend quality time with you, Pretty. But the pack is preparing for the annual mating ceremony which happens yearly for us. So, we're working harder on getting more warrior recruits to toughen security." He explains. "An annual mating ceremony? When will that be?" "You would be surprised, because it's still a few months away. About three months and a couple of days." "And the warriors are already taking their training seriously?" I ask him. "Yeah. Can't remember that stuff they say about powerful preparation." He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board.

I thought for a while and came up with an emotional idea. “It’s for the pictures and names of the fallen warriors, dad. We want everyone to see their names, even standing far from the front.” Dad nodded slowly, still eyeing it with curiosity. My mom immediately added to the statement, helping me. “Our daughter is the new Luna of the Eastern Garden Pack. So obviously, traditional ceremonies will slightly change to improve wolves’ experiences. Good work, Ash! Make sure to serve the pack well.” The time flew by, and finally the first silver glow of the moon bathed the ceremony ground in a divine light. A hush fell over the gathered crowd as the sacred moment arrived.

The current carried them away, taking our fallen warriors to whatever afterlife awaited them. I stepped forward and raised my voice so everyone could hear. "These wolves gave their lives to protect all of us. To save the children who'd been taken. To stop a threat that would have destroyed everything we hold dear. We honour their sacrifice. We remember their courage. And we vow to live in a way that makes their deaths meaningful." "We honour them," the crowd echoed back. "Tomorrow," I continued, "we will hold a ceremony. Not just to mourn, but to celebrate. To celebrate the warriors who fought so bravely. To celebrate the war that we won. To celebrate the return of the captives who are final

Cygnus and Izar brought me to the warrior arena so I could shift and let my wolf run—a thing we hadn’t done in a long while. It was a large, round space resembling a colosseum, where the Tarragon warriors usually train. Every Tri-Moon Festival, there’s always a warrior battle, and even they join in, which made me even more excited.