Warrior Cats Age Chart Novels & Stories

I sniff at the air, smelling another youngling from my pack who, like me, just turned 18. In my pack, if you are younger than 100, you are considered a youngling. When you turn 18, you are allowed to take part in the ceremony held that year. During the ceremony, packs from around the area converge to one pack's land, and the younglings fight each other. The best fighter goes with the best pack, and the rest are dispersed by how well they fought. The pack member at my door is Molli Bray, a lower wolf who doesn't ever maintain eye contact for long. Molli opens the door and rushes over to where I am sitting in the window. She lowers her eyes to the floor, avoiding my gaze, before speaking.

Because if Black Moon started a war now, we wouldn't be able to resist. And I heard Alpha Ryan is 20 years old; he's been two years past the age of finding a mate. He has not seen his mate, which makes his wolf even more impatient. The more he views war as exciting, the more worries our Alpha. And he's looking for the prettiest werewolves to send over there for Alpha Ryan.

Turning around to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Look, it seems you don't know a thing about werewolf stuff, so let me educate you. Eighteen is not a child, it's a fruitful age. When she-wolves turn eighteen, they can find their mate and bear a pup. Child wouldn't do that, right? So again, I'm not a child, I'm an adult." He copied my stance, crossing his arms on his chest and my eyes betrayed me for looking at his biceps as it tightened. Damn, why does that look so good?

Catherine's POV I had been working as a slave for almost eight whole goddamn years in this stinking shithole of Silver Moon Pack. My life turned upside down at the age of 10. I'm about to reach 18 years old, but that won't happen until after two days. Like most werewolves, my wolf has still not emerged. I don't know why, but I feel like she's inside me...as if she is in a deep slumber... I pushed that thought away. Maybe that's just pure imagination.

Warriors rushed to slam the gates shut and bar them. The silence that followed was suffocating. Then one of the warriors spoke up, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "You're really going to let us all die for her?" Caelan turned slowly to face the speaker. A younger wolf, maybe in his mid twenties, with fear and fury warring in his expression.

I said. “Then, suddenly, Kate wanted to join the female warrior. She is an only child, spoiled rotten, and provided with whatever she needed, so I was surprised she wanted to be a warrior. I was more surprised to see her taking it so seriously. She has always trained with me from a young age, but she didn’t take it that seriously until after her 18th birthday. Rumours went around that she wanted to mate with one of my generals, but his mate came along. I ignored that because it was between them, until she challenged Darcy,” he said, and his eyes went dark.

Elliot’s gaze swept across the room, pausing briefly on me. “For those over twenty-one, the full moon no longer compels a shift. By that age, the human and wolf have usually reached a balance a partnership of sorts. But until then…” He turned back to the board, tapping it with a piece of chalk. “The wolf remains dominant during those nights. Any questions?” William raised his hand. “What about werecats?”

I growl. “Kitty cat?” “You run in here ready to scratch my eyes out as an angry kitten stuck in a tree that I am trying to save—” “I do not need saving,” she huffs. “I need the truth.” “First, I have never seen your stepmother’s face. Second, I do not buy females for pack resources or sex. Third, I do not like weak little pups. And fourth, I am not old.” I am dirty sometimes, but not old. “I am only thirty-one winters old. Is that enough answers for you, kitty cat?”

He hugged me tightly and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that truth. It turns out love is like that! Thank you for making me understand." I'm happy that Darian is receptive to my way of thinking. We understand each other better and love each other more. … There are about two months left before the Warriors' competition will take place. People between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five are allowed to participate, both men and women. However, usually two-thirds of the number are men, the number of female participants is only one-third, and very few women can achieve high positions in the competition. Army soldiers of suitable age for the competition are required to participate, so during

Kian told me, keeping his eyes focused on the screen. Whilst, from the corner of my eye, I tracked down the length of my hoodie to his knees. My lips curled into a frown to see the fabric held onto him tightly, giving no way for it to ride up when he walked. Not that I wanted that. "Just because they don't fall into the estimated age range doesn't implicate them." I reminded him, he tilted his head to the side, and gave me a square look. "Aren't you aware that the age range comprises of wolves who hadn't shifted yet. But according to this list, some of these people are already over eighteen." He explained, dangerously close to my face.