Warrior Cats Age Rating Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes, giggling at her, Abby stifles a laugh, while Sienna smirks beside her. Alpha Lucas waits for the crowd to settle before continuing. “To make these sessions more efficient, we’ll be breaking things down into categories. For example, pups still in school will now train in age groups. This will allow us to focus on age-appropriate skills and reduce injuries by keeping pups at similar levels. Those over eighteen will be sorted into skill-level categories, with their own time slots. Warriors will also be grouped and assigned designated training times.” I glance around and notice some of the older pack members nodding in approval. Lucas definitely knows how to appeal to his audienc

I even felt that it was no different from me being licked all over by Elroy in my human form. "Hahahahahahahaha your joke made me laugh my ass off! How can 18 be an adult? 18 is still a baby in a crib drinking milk! I'm 150 years old, and I'm still a minor!" "I'm not joking with you! I'm serious!" I glared at him angrily. "I'm serious too. In our giant wolf clan, 180 is considered an adult. You look like an 80-year-old little girl." Giant Wolf...a race that Elroy mentioned many times. So, Elroy was a giant wolf, and he thought of me as one of his kind?

Obviously, only two could compete there. The Beta category could have up to four competitors since some packs were larger and actually had two betas who might have mates. There were four names there: Apollo, Vienna, Dante, and Chris. That had the boys smirking at each other. They seemed fine with that. The Gamma/Delta category could have four competitors as well. This included Dustin, Tanya, Gabriel, and Ansley. The Warrior category had a maximum of forty competitors. Then there was the age group 5–12 with a maximum of ten competitors.

How is it comparable? Even if we want to still save those children, we can never demand it of these wolves. How can we demand parents to risk orphaning their own children? These warriors have families too, mates who love them, pups who need them to come home. Some of these warriors are barely adults themselves, with their entire lives ahead of them. Heck, Emerald is only thirteen years old too. But it remains that something needs to be done. So we wait for the pack’s answer. The first response crackles through the link, fierce and uncompromising: Let's do this. Now.

I said. “Then, suddenly, Kate wanted to join the female warrior. She is an only child, spoiled rotten, and provided with whatever she needed, so I was surprised she wanted to be a warrior. I was more surprised to see her taking it so seriously. She has always trained with me from a young age, but she didn’t take it that seriously until after her 18th birthday. Rumours went around that she wanted to mate with one of my generals, but his mate came along. I ignored that because it was between them, until she challenged Darcy,” he said, and his eyes went dark.

“Not exactly the same, idiot.” Our Beta cleared his throat to hide his laughter. “The ten that found a mate have encouraged to allow others to participate again this year. I think it will be good for our pack. Plus, the battles were entertaining.” “Good. The minimum age is twenty five though. Werewolves should be encouraged to find their fated and I don’t want this event to be an outlet for parents that want their eighteen years old out the door. No one is to be forced and I want to make sure we have the right people stationed to ensure that.” I added.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

“I’m sorry but yes. You need care and if your arm is bad enough that Angela is trying to restrict what you do then, similar to how I have forced Damian I will force you.” “You can’t do that. I’m an adult at nineteen.” “No ma’am. You are considered an adult in the manner that you can join the warrior program and travel to other packs in search of your mate but you can be forced into the hospital and receive care until you turn twenty-one.” “I don’t understand. Eighteen is adulthood.” “Not for werewolves. There is a grey area created mainly for those who are orphaned or choose to go rogue.” “You would force me to undergo surgery.”

he teases. “Don’t go blaming me for your high libido,” I laugh. Wolves naturally have a high sex drive and there’s nothing wrong with that and no one is bothered by it. As long as everything is consensual and no pack laws are broken, then let your freak flag fly. We make it to the training field and slowly more pack members start making their appearance. Pack members eighteen and over begin training at 5:30 am for two hours five days a week. Warriors train for an additional two hours after that, perfecting more advanced techniques. Pack members aged between ten and eighteen train at 7:30 am and only train three times a week. We want them to stay sharp and be prepared and know how to defend t

She pointed a little girl with cute freckles doing fierce actions, “Kitty. She’ll be our newest enforcer tomorrow.” “She looks like a kid.” Elena murmured. “She is actually. She’s only 14, maybe as old as you?” After a pause, “I’m 18.” Elena tried not to show her embarrassment. “Oh!” Lydia giggled, “Sorry, but that would be nice!” “...How is that?” Elena tried not to be curious too, but failed. “I’m happy for Archer.” said Lydia sincerely, “He doesn’t have to wait for four more years.” It took a while for Elena to catch on her point. A she-wolf cannot mate with anyone until she is 18, that’s the rule.