Warrior Cats Age Chart Novels & Stories

It’s hardly a wise decision to be marked by another male when she does not know which way her heart will swing, especially if the mate pops up. In werewolf society, most wolves find their mates within two years after their wolves mature and manifest. For she-wolves, it’s at age eighteen, but boys were at an earlier age of sixteen. In very peculiar circumstances, there are rare exceptions. Therefore, it was at the ripened age of eighteen that I met disgusting Charlotte. Dad was twenty-six years old when he met Mom, and Grandpa was twenty-two.

Why do I not have a mate at this age? I must tell you before proceeding further into my story and my life; do discard whatever lore you have heard and learned. My world is more different than anything you have come to know. Werewolves age slowly, and for that, our growth is slow as well. The age considered as mature in my lands is twenty-one for females, and twenty-five for males. The Goddess has made it so that our mates will always be older than us, and we do not mate until we have reached the required age.

“How old is she, anyway?” “Five hundred years?” Said Zephyr, but full of doubt. My eyes went wide, “Five hundred years?! Holy sh*t!” “No, I’ve heard from one member on luna Acacia pack that she was like a thousand years old.” Elm trying to correct Zephyr, like he was not just giving a very huge gap of an age. Aaron looks at me and felt amused looking at my expression, “The two of you need to stop, you will burn kitty Cat’s brain circuit.”

He announces proudly. My mouth hangs open at his disclosure, I wouldn’t have guessed him to be older than his late seventies. He still moved like a Lyoki in his mid-fifties. “Wow,” was all I could manage. “Were-cats live long lives, even longer than some werebears. You don’t know much about werecats?” He frowns with his question, and I shake my head. “I do but only what I was taught in school. Schools that were in packs… so the curriculum wasn’t really tailored to my kind.” I tell him with a note of sadness in my voice.

I asked. “I met the triplets last night and I was wondering if maybe it would be alright if I worked with the junior warrior program and maybe even started a training program for the younger pups as well,” he offered. “How young do they usually start? I am not familiar with all of this so any information you give is appreciated,” I explained. “Some Alphas don’t start training pups until adolescence and others start pups when they are 7 or 8 years old. So it’s up to you Alpha, I would at least start pups at 8 years old,” he replied.

"I never told you about it because we both wanted to find our mate first. So, I was... "Chris, you’re still twenty-one. Male wolves can find their mate until they are twenty-eight. As for now, who knows? Your partner might not even be eighteen yet. You shouldn’t rush because Moon Goddess had a habit of keeping an age difference of a maximum of ten years." Hearing this, Chris groaned. He knew I was right about that part.

I said, watching as the group moved into what I thought was the warrior pose. “So, right now, because you’re of age to be in a tribe but not sorted, you’re technically an Eagle.” “How old do your wolves have to be to train, to be in a tribe?” “Sixteen. Nami was only sorted recently, so I think that’s why she’s so passionate about the Salmon tribe still. The young wolves especially love it, and the pups get so excited to be sorted, to find out what tribe they’re in.”

NIKOLAI Exactly twenty of my pack members showed up to warrior training on Friday morning. Half my pack was now makeshift warriors. Before the war, I’d had more than double—fifty of my strongest and bravest men. Now I was left with a random jumble of people that met the only criteria of being between the ages of eighteen and sixty. As they say, for a poor man and a thief, any clothes fit.

It was very much a spur of the moment decision. “I am hoping to explore my new pack, where is good to go?” I ask a little tentatively. The warrior releases a small chuckle. “Aww, bless you. Of course, this all new to you, isn’t it?” His eyes are warm, and his smile equally so. He must be about ten years younger than my father perhaps. Likely one of the older warriors within pack.

I reasoned. My wolf refused to let go. She debated, “And what if she's actually a spy? Look, I know you're only being kind, which is why I didn't say anything since. But I don't trust her.” “What? Why?” I wanted to know what could have raised my wolf's hackles towards her. She was just a naive victim. My wolf replied with two simple words, “She's wolfless.” “Hmm… So she's probably too young to get her wolf yet. That doesn't make her dangerous.” I argued. However, I thought she looked up to eighteen years, which was the age when all normal werewolves got their wolf companions.