Warrior Cats Age Chart Novels & Stories

At the time, I even felt that the ninth level of difficulty was not something warriors at our age could ever attempt! That person was logical in his analysis. All of the warriors who entered the Whirling World were younger than sixty years old. No matter how talented or skilled they were, there was no way anyone could get too insanely strong with the age restrictions in place. Hence, that person felt like no one would be able to pass the ninth level of difficulty. As that person spoke about it, he did not lower his voice at all. Quite a few people heard it loud and clear. Even Fane could not help but raise an eyebrow after listening to that person's analysis.

Catherine asked curiously. Lucas raised a brow amused, “He should be in his late thirties or early forties” he said thoughtfully as he rubbed his jaw. They both gasp, “but he looks like he is in his early twenties” Catherine exclaimed. “That is because he is a werewolf, that too an alpha, a powerful one at that” he stated. “Oh, what.. what about Vik” she asked softly as a soft shade of red tainted her cheeks. “He is thirty seven years old, we are the same age,” he said proudly.

The excitement in the warrior's voice piqued River's curiosity and he lifted his head and peeked out at the warrior. A smile quickly spreads across the warrior's face when he finally gets a look at the Omega's face. "Oh my, you're the cutest thing ever!" The warrior said and River smiled "How old are you? I have a little brother who might be around the same age and he's an omega too. Maybe you guys can hang out." "I just turned 18," River stated proudly. "Joey is 17, I bet you two would get along. If you want, I can bring him tomorrow." The warrior said and River's face lit up, excited to meet another Omega. He quickly nodded his head and the warrior smiled as he reached up and roughed his h

she said. “What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him. “I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.” He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

he stated. Whoa, that came out of nowhere. "According to pack law I shouldn't be here at all. It's sex they restrict and that was taken from me during my years with the cats. Cats don't hold with the same age restrictions as wolves and bears. Most cats have no age restrictions."

“Better hurry up, Alpha! All the meat lovers will be gone!” I really needed to learn the warrior’s names. How many times now have I talked to them and had no idea what their names were? There was about twenty different men all sitting around . Their ages ranged from what looked like 18 year olds to 50ish year olds. However, everyone was completely ripped and looked dangerous.

I ask him, trying to get the facts right. “I did.” “That means I’m a year younger than you are. I’ve got my wolf since I was sixteen. One of the rarest breeds, I know, because the standard age for getting one is eighteen. So, what you’re trying to tell me now is that you’ve been wolfless since turning eighteen about six years ago?” “Exactly what it is. And that is how it has always been for me.” “But you are one of the warriors. Don’t the others know about that?”

“You don’t smell sad anymore mummy. It’s good.” I nod and she bids me goodbye. The children in the packhouse that have been selected for warrior roles will be having their morning laps by now and I know she wants to join them. It’s another one of the peculiarities of the Ironclaw pack. Kids are trained to become warriors from the age of seven. Not all of them anyways, at least according to Maya. The laptop reminds me of its presence by making a sound and I walk to it. A file has been left open and clicking the link makes it take me to a company’s site.

Slowly they began to move, looking down scared to even meet my gaze. Adam just laughed, realizing that I am also reaching the same level of irritation he's on. Once they were done getting in line I noticed that we had a lot of unmated wolves over the age of twenty and about a handful that were still to young to find one. To be more exact there was thirty- eight under nineteen, and only seventeen older then or at the age of twenty. Our Mated couples don't come since in their opinion there is no point anymore. "God, this is going to be a long week" Adam whispered to me.

She was sure she must have blushed by now. "19 years difference with me," said Arva. "You are still very young, Princess," said Dafa. He recalled the age of the werewolf he knew. The average age has reached 350 years and over, just like him.