Warrior Cats Ages Novels & Stories

"But we must not rest on our oars. We have to tighten pack security with immediate effect." Stepping forward, he placed his hand on the shoulder of a man who sat in front. The warrior stood up. He was huge and towered even over Dante. "You, the highest-ranking warrior, are to send out a notice that the pack will be hiring men between the ages of 18 to 25. I am quite sure that they will not be as good at fighting as we are." "Of course Alpha," the warrior agreed in a guttural voice. Dante continued. "That means you have to organize more training and these training sessions should be intense. Select your assistant who will help you train the recruits now." The warrior pointed to a man who sat

I asked. “I met the triplets last night and I was wondering if maybe it would be alright if I worked with the junior warrior program and maybe even started a training program for the younger pups as well,” he offered. “How young do they usually start? I am not familiar with all of this so any information you give is appreciated,” I explained. “Some Alphas don’t start training pups until adolescence and others start pups when they are 7 or 8 years old. So it’s up to you Alpha, I would at least start pups at 8 years old,” he replied.

“Better hurry up, Alpha! All the meat lovers will be gone!” I really needed to learn the warrior’s names. How many times now have I talked to them and had no idea what their names were? There was about twenty different men all sitting around . Their ages ranged from what looked like 18 year olds to 50ish year olds. However, everyone was completely ripped and looked dangerous.

“Yes.” I stood up from the table and walked to the window. The pack grounds below were ordinary and bright. The Warriors are running drills in the training fields, their movements sharp and disciplined. Pack members crossing between buildings, carrying baskets of bread from the kitchens or tools for repairs. Everything normal. Everything was completely unaware of the rot we were uncovering at the roots of our history. “How old is Elan,” I pressed without turning around, my breath fogging slightly against the glass. “According to Caspian’s record,” Fred told me carefully, “Elan would be eighty-three years old.” A pause. “If they’re still alive.”

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?

I wasn’t much for politics, but when it was your own pack—and now technically my two packs—you couldn’t really avoid it. “What laws have you tried?” I finally asked my mother. She looked at me and smiled slightly. “Territory patrol schedules, trade agreements, the age when formal warrior training starts. Simple things on paper but they always manage to release a lot of emotion. One pack thinks fourteen is too early for it while the other pack thinks it’s too late!” “Fourteen’s fine,” Kayden said immediately. “Any later and you’re just wasting time.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Not everyone wants to spend their teenage years getting their face smashed in during sparring practice.”

At the time, I even felt that the ninth level of difficulty was not something warriors at our age could ever attempt! That person was logical in his analysis. All of the warriors who entered the Whirling World were younger than sixty years old. No matter how talented or skilled they were, there was no way anyone could get too insanely strong with the age restrictions in place. Hence, that person felt like no one would be able to pass the ninth level of difficulty. As that person spoke about it, he did not lower his voice at all. Quite a few people heard it loud and clear. Even Fane could not help but raise an eyebrow after listening to that person's analysis.

I had definitely been all for this program because I saw how great its potential could be. Darius then went on to mention how we have been seeing a lot of promise with the younger ones. He brought up the progress that I have made with the littles. I was so damn proud of them. They ranged in age between five and ten years old. There was another trainer for eleven through thirteen years old. Everyone voiced their thoughts. They were all in favor. Each believed that warrior program was a fantastic addition to what we offered for warriors and potential warriors.

NIKOLAI Exactly twenty of my pack members showed up to warrior training on Friday morning. Half my pack was now makeshift warriors. Before the war, I’d had more than double—fifty of my strongest and bravest men. Now I was left with a random jumble of people that met the only criteria of being between the ages of eighteen and sixty. As they say, for a poor man and a thief, any clothes fit.

"It's no surprise that so many people were unable to kill you. You are a Martial Power; you must be an apex Martial Power!" Tacker no longer had any doubts. He looked into Alexander's eyes and yelled angrily, "Why? How can you become a Martial Power when you're not even 30 years old? "There are no warriors under the age of 30 in Wyverna. There are none in the whole world. No, except for the Temple of War, no one else has achieved Martial Power at such an early age. You can't possibly be from the War Temple. No way!" Alexander laughed at Tacker's speculation.