Warrior Cats Age Rating Novels & Stories

Calissa said stepping forward. With Ryan and Luther by my side, Calissa and Christine behind me I make my way down the steps. I want to greet these new wolves. I can tell just by looking at them they are scared and confused. They are a mix of men and women. Ages from maybe twenty to maybe sixty. It is hard to tell with wolves because they age differently than humans. The aging slows when we hit our twenties. Stop when they are just five feet in front of me. I know my guardians and a few warriors are behind me.

Kate looked at him, then back at me, a worried expression on her face, then she sighed in defeat, “Just go easy on her, okay, she’s still a kid.” “She’s eighteen isn’t she?” He asked, “That’s hardly a kid.” “Erik!” Kate scolded. “Fine, fine. I’ll go easy on the runt.” “Runt?” I was confused. “Yeah, you’re a runt now.” He smirked, "Welcome to the Blood Fang warrior training, your own personal hell.”

I know which of those I prefer. "I vote for broom closet after we do some work." He looks disappointed, but I don't want to be taken by surprise. Someone has to keep their head, and I'm just as surprised as everyone else that it's me. I'm an eighteen-year-old who has only been a warrior for a little over a week. This, my friends, shows you why women should rule the world. Shh, don't tell Wyatt or the others I said that.

Neither one of us was willing to back down or break eye contact. "How do you explain those scroll pictures of him then?" Kairo's smug smile was so taunting, and nothing would make my wolf happier than to slap that look right off his beautiful face. "Besides, isn't that little warrior a bit too young for a real female?" "He is my exact age!" I spat back, my chest heaving. "Exactly my point," Kairo growled. "A total baby." "Well, what is that old saying?" I was quick to fire back, wanting to hurt his pride. "Younger wolves have much more stamina. It is something that an old man, such as yourself, can never compete with in the woods."

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."

Just a few hours ago, he’d spoken like everything was dipped in sugar, and now he looked ready to erupt. “What is your age, Miss Jona?” “Eighteen, sir.” Why was he asking? I clearly remembered telling him about my birthday. “And what is the legal age to begin manifesting? To have a wolf? To be considered legal in the pack—even if guardians are required until eighteen?” “Fourteen, sir.” Confusion twisted in my stomach. Everyone knew that. Fourteen—the age when wolves surfaced, the age we were treated as adults even with supervision. We werewolves got our wolves sometime between fourteen and twenty. It wasn’t complicated.

I laughed when Blake imitated the fall, making Ariana nearly spit out her juice. Then I remembered something. “Oh!” I said suddenly. “That announcement this morning during second period… about warrior training. Do you guys know what that’s about?” Ariana’s eyes lit up instantly. “Yes! It’s for werewolves who are turning eighteen or just turned eighteen. You can sign up and if you pass the basic strength test, they train you to become a warrior.”

Occasionally groups would attack packs looking for food and resources. It’s usually calm around here though. We are the largest pack on this coast and our allies in the surrounding packs only increased our numbers. No one would dare cross our Alpha or chance war with three packs at once. But we also have quite a name for ourselves. The Black Moon pack is known to have the fiercest warriors for a reason. We take our training very seriously, and begin at the age of 12. Alpha Alaren insisted on it, and Valen followed his Father’s orders, never wanting his people to suffer a loss like his own.

We had interrogated Gunner, his Beta and his son numerous times but since there never seemed to be a reason for him to invade, and there was never any direct evidence, we were not able to hold a trial. Within seconds of tying my boots I felt a tug and relaxed myself, allowing Angel to pull me through her teleport. I was instantly standing in a field with ten other Shadows around, vampires and wolves were the usual fighters. Tonight I noticed we also had Chance, a shape shifting tiger who was one of the most badass warriors you could ever ask for … I certainly never wanted to be on his bad side. Chance was over 50 years old and unmated. I didn’t know his age exactly, I just knew he hadn’t fou

"Big boys in the park. They-- they took Pomy to play but they were hurting her and when I asked them to give Pomy back to me they refused and laughed and said I should go back home." "Come with me. We'll get Pomy back." She hugged Liam and then took him towards her car. * After five minutes drive, they reached the park. On Liam's directions, she saw three boys of 15-16 years old hiding behind a huge tree, raping the cat and one of them was filming this. "Oh my God!" She couldn't help but gasp loudly. Liam was tightly clinging to her. "Leave the cat!" She yelled. The one who was filming immediately put his camera down and the other two looked at her with frowns, annoyed by her presence. She r