Warrior Cats Age Rating Novels & Stories

Third, even though she feels like she knows him, she still can't say that she really knows him. Beta Warrior Selection continued until the first batch of matches was over. Cathy did not immediately leave the room where she watched because she knew she would meet the representatives. It's hard to imagine something bad might happen. Even though there are only two months left before his coming of age and two months left before his inner wolf fully awakens, it's better to be careful. Because he can't say that what happened to Jay Marc won't happen to him. "Miss Cathy, I think we can leave now," Ole said gently while looking at the stage used for the pageant.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

I growl. “Kitty cat?” “You run in here ready to scratch my eyes out as an angry kitten stuck in a tree that I am trying to save—” “I do not need saving,” she huffs. “I need the truth.” “First, I have never seen your stepmother’s face. Second, I do not buy females for pack resources or sex. Third, I do not like weak little pups. And fourth, I am not old.” I am dirty sometimes, but not old. “I am only thirty-one winters old. Is that enough answers for you, kitty cat?”

Warriors rushed to slam the gates shut and bar them. The silence that followed was suffocating. Then one of the warriors spoke up, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "You're really going to let us all die for her?" Caelan turned slowly to face the speaker. A younger wolf, maybe in his mid twenties, with fear and fury warring in his expression.

He drooled softly. She couldn't get the start in his eyes as she asked the question who he really was out of her head. Bloody warriors were commonplace such as these were the lands which were the borders between nations. Bloodlust in a soldier did happen, but usually it was older men who had fought in too many wars. How could such a young man have such a fate?

Not yet. “Kitten,” Sabastian cajoles as I meet his deep, dark brown eyes. “Given them too her, they don’t need to see this.” I look at him for a moment, debating my options. I can’t put them down, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare them or scar them for life. I don’t know what I am about to see, but it is nothing good. “The house is surrounded by warriors. They will be okay,” he prods as I slowly let their little feet hit the floor.

I sat on the tool chair across the counter and leaned my face on my palm as I looked up at him with boredom. “It's where all teens, specifically eighteen to nineteen years of age, would have to attend this ceremony and get to either mate with some wolf or attend the university for wolves like you. And being a rogue is not exempted.” “What?” I sat straight, frowning and confused as f*ck. “You heard me, right, Katia.” He slowly went down and shrugged the dirt off of his shoulder. He walked past me and slammed the heavy book on the counter, making me cough as the dust flew across my face.

“I feel like little red riding hood.” Catrina laughs and looks around. “Great Neck Warriors show yourselves,” Catrina asks. I cling to her as five large wolves come out of the wood and surround us. Catrina conjures shorts and dresses then covers my eyes. “Oh come on I’m an adult, well almost,” I hear Catrina say, before she huffs. “Fine.” After a moment, a male voice says, “You can look now.” Catrina takes her hand off my eyes and HOLY EARTH! I stand looking at a man, I mean a man. Im nine but I’m having 19 year old thoughts. This must be how human girls look at those pop stars.

my best friend, Erin asks. “I assume,” I say. That’s not enough though. “Careful.” The other wolves and I approach him cautiously, just in case. I turn him over. His black eyes stare unblinkingly back up at me. I looked at my fellow wolve and they look away. “You’re terrifying, you know that?” Erin says. She shakes her head. “And only eighteen. It’s almost unfathomable.” She’s not the only one who feels that way, though she’s the only one who admits it. I’m a feared and respected warrior.

"And then there's the final stage—a nighttime hunt. It's about tracking, stamina, and teamwork in complete darkness. You must navigate treacherous terrain, follow the scent trails, and capture the designated 'prey.' It's as much a mental challenge as it is physical." "And you completed all of that?" Marc asked, his tone bordering on disbelief. "Yes," I said, my voice softening. "It's gruelling but enjoyable, too. The trials are open to any warrior aged eighteen to thirty who wants to prove they're the best. Even some Alphas, Betas, and Gammas enter, not just to win but for the bragging rights that come with completing it." Marc and Cole exchanged a glance, their expressions mixed with admira