Warrior Cats Age Rating Novels & Stories

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

Jake answered. After their announcement, they paired each of the pack members off one by one. No children were heading into the war and only the women that chose to fight are fighting. It mostly consisted of people at least 17 years of age and the warriors. The warriors rotated since they were all on patrols at different hours around the border.

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."

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.

However, not long after Blake and I started training together, I had a huge reality check. First of all, most warriors start straight out of high school. While, at twenty years old, I wasn’t exactly an old geezer when I started, I’d definitely missed the prime bonding window. The thing is, our pack had only even begun allowing women to become warriors ten years ago, so the group was small and tight-knit, and it was a bit like missing rush I suppose.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

“No I’m not! Your bag is over there!” I can’t help but facepalm myself as I listen to them argue. No fighting, no drugs, no raping and no shit faced drunks. Sounds like a pack that just wants you to be responsible, reasonable and take care of one another. Here are the two youngest warriors who qualify for the program and they act like mere children.

Many she-wolves panted after him, but not all made the cut. He was part of the Junior Warrior program. He turned eighteen a week ago, so he could test next month. If he passed their physical trials then he would train as a pack warrior. Only the best of the best was selected. It was a high rank in any pack, and nobody here took it lightly. “This was a long time coming,” I said as I loosened up my arms. “All because you decided to hold a grudge against one comment I made when I was nine. You’re positively the most stubborn person I’ve ever met before.”

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.

Killian looked down at me. “So, young warriors, like April there, are given various serving duties until they are 25 – in addition to their regular warrior training.” I couldn’t help but be both shocked and impressed. I hadn’t been Alpha long enough to implement these sorts of policies in my own Pack, and I decided to take note. Before I could respond to ask him more about it, the woman with the blonde hair leaned forward, trying to grab Killian’s attention.