Warrior Cats Age Rating Novels & Stories

Jace jogs up, towel slung over his shoulder, grin already in place like he’s about to poke a bruise. “Got a minute, Alpha?” he asks. “Always,” I say, tossing my gloves aside. “What’s rattling around in that head?” He gestures toward the younger warriors stretching along the fence. “I’ve been thinking. About the juveniles. Ten to sixteen. We should start something for them.” I study him, the grin fading as I weigh the idea. Cubs, my Lycan murmurs, ears pricking. They need teeth before the hunt comes to the den.

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.”

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

My journey is just beginning, and I know that being a warrior is the only thing I have left, the only thing that matters, the only thing that will make me happy. The man that sat next to me on the journey eyed me suspiciously, “how old are you?” My eyes narrowed at him, “17, why?” He shook his head, “no wolf yet and you’re coming now, you know we don’t care if you have a wolf or not, the training is going to be as if you do.” “That’s not an issue for me, I’ll have my wolf on Tuesday to be exact, plan on throwing me a party now,” I scoffed.

Marko replies, “But it does seem like they were checking our border.” I nodded. “Do you think we should add more runners and make the intervals shorter?” I asked Jericho. “Yes,” Jericho responded, “I would totally agree. Also, Sol and I agreed that we should start training for a new batch of warriors.” “We have a problem with the recruitment, Alpha,” Sol said. “What would be the problem?” I ask. “If we are going to open a recruitment for the warriors we would recruit those between the age of fifteen and seventeen,” Sol explains the problem.

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

“What is so special about Nick that he should have been treated differently? He failed to clear the jump. If he had stumbled more, he would have fell into the ditch and given his fellow trainees more work trying to bring him out.” “Warriors that apply has to be up to fifty years and must have spent some time being warriors for their own pack before applying to be yours. Nick is just twenty five, He is a pup and that jump is meant for panthers shifters and he is a bear, mind you.” Brett explained and Cole kept quiet, knowing he was wrong to have snapped at Nick now and he would not apologize. “Oh.” “And of course, that is all you can respond with.” Brett shook his head at his King who was bec

What person supports a criminal if they are not a criminal themselves? Hopefully one of Bartholomew's victims has put the past behind her and made a new start. Cassandra seems to have gotten over her rape, according to her psychologist. She started working again and making new friends and has become more active socially lately. When she turned eighteen, two months ago, she announced to me that she wanted to start training with the warriors. There is an age limit for training in our pack. To be able to participate in military training you must be at least eighteen years old. Ever since she was accepted into the warrior group, she hasn't stopped training for a single day. She is always present

“But yeah – it gives me a little bit of anxiety to think of an academy that takes young men and trains them to be on the front line of the war.” “The military takes men as young as eighteen,” Roger says, his voice careful to let her know that he considers her point even as he counters it. “The Alpha Academy starts recruiting at age twenty, and many of the recruits will be as old as twenty-five.” “Plus,” Sinclair softly points out, “wolves reach their majority at age sixteen.” My eyes immediately snap to Rafe, who just seems to be growing so fast. Less than fifteen years and he’ll be grown in wolf culture. My stomach turns over at the thought.