Warrior Cats Age Rating Novels & Stories

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.”

The threadbare couch sagged and creaked as Oliver and Ryan pushed them into a sitting position next to each other. I studied their features. What kind of wolves raped and beat a pregnant female? Only the worst of the worst. They stared defiantly up at me. Stupid, stupid wolves. Both of them were young and unmated, probably in their early-twenties. Probably Warriors. Reaching into the utility bag, I pulled out a ten-inch blade. Twirling the weapon agilely between my fingertips, I turned to Luca. "Put Dagger on his knees in front of the first one."

“I want to end the war between us.” He paused mid-lift, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and a mocking glint flashed in them. “War?” I nodded, thinking this was meant to be progress. “Was there ever a war, Kitten? You would need to have your wolf to even be considered an opponent. And even then, you wouldn’t be worthy. You haven’t even had your wolf’s dawn yet, so don’t kid yourself into thinking I would ever see you as someone worth fighting.”

He announces proudly. My mouth hangs open at his disclosure, I wouldn’t have guessed him to be older than his late seventies. He still moved like a Lyoki in his mid-fifties. “Wow,” was all I could manage. “Were-cats live long lives, even longer than some werebears. You don’t know much about werecats?” He frowns with his question, and I shake my head. “I do but only what I was taught in school. Schools that were in packs… so the curriculum wasn’t really tailored to my kind.” I tell him with a note of sadness in my voice.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

I hope I'll be friends with everyone. Though it's still a mystery to me as to where Kieran Hunt could have gone, it's a good thing that I decided to read stuff yesterday. I learned more about the levels they had here. Tier 1 - Ages 18 to 20 Tier 2 - Ages 20 to 22 Tier 3 - Ages 22 to 24 That explains why I'm in Tier 3 since I'm 22. I also learned about the assigned color of suits for each creature. Chambers - White

Our wolves had actually emerged on the same day, which was the beginning of Creed and Shadow’s brotherhood. Alpha Richard was currently droning on about his warrior training methods as if they were revolutionary or something. News Flash: they weren’t. Not even close. “What age does training begin?” I asked, interrupting his bragging. He didn’t have anything to brag about from what he has shared thus far, but I’d just keep that tidbit to myself for now. “Boys start at ten. Girls start once they have their wolves.” My body relaxed back, head tilting slightly to the side upon hearing that. There were multiple things that were messed up about it.

I have two young werewolf babies walking around a pack of potential mates. “With Alpha werewolves like Leon and me, we can sense our mate before we turn 18. And if our mate isn’t 18 and we are over 18 it is a stronger feeling. But the age to be mated and marked between someone under 18 and someone over 18 is prohibited. It’s against the law. Werewolf law, and human law.” He reassures me.

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?