Warrior Cats Ages Novels & Stories

As I was about to walk over to Iris one of my pack warriors stopped me midway “Alpha” he nodded and bend his head low in respect.” “Cobie how you doin?” we shook hands and hugged patting each other’s back. Cobie was one of our best warriors always very loyal. His grandfather is one of our pack elders. No one knows exactly how old the pack elders are but they have to be well over 100 years old. “I just wanted to wish our Luna well Alpha, I hope you don’t mind? I can just tell she’s special our pack is lucky to have her.”

Slowly they began to move, looking down scared to even meet my gaze. Adam just laughed, realizing that I am also reaching the same level of irritation he's on. Once they were done getting in line I noticed that we had a lot of unmated wolves over the age of twenty and about a handful that were still to young to find one. To be more exact there was thirty- eight under nineteen, and only seventeen older then or at the age of twenty. Our Mated couples don't come since in their opinion there is no point anymore. "God, this is going to be a long week" Adam whispered to me.

Elliot’s gaze swept across the room, pausing briefly on me. “For those over twenty-one, the full moon no longer compels a shift. By that age, the human and wolf have usually reached a balance a partnership of sorts. But until then…” He turned back to the board, tapping it with a piece of chalk. “The wolf remains dominant during those nights. Any questions?” William raised his hand. “What about werecats?”

He grinned at Shin who happily explained, “So, of course if any of you two become War Generals, whoever it is will be the youngest war general ever in this kingdom.” Alen suddenly turned to James and Riley who looked dumbfounded, “You two. How old are you?” “22 years old.” James answered after swallowing. “I'm ... 21,” Riley replied which instantly made James turn to the young man. “You're one year younger than me,” James said. Alen was taken aback. “That's not important. The most important thing is that if it's you or Riley, that's ... awesome.” Shin nodded in agreement, “Josh is over thirty years old and that's a mature age for a soldier.”

I want to see any weaknesses I can help Mia and Zeus exploit. I don’t expect this to be a long fight. A cat vs. a fox this isn’t really a fight. The Werecats Theodore and Anna are young looking fierce and honestly look deadly. The Werefoxes Jeremiah and Lucy are in their forties. I have no idea how they won the right to represent the foxes in this battle, neither is particularly fit. I worked with Jeremiah when he first started on the council. He is smart. Much too smart to think he stand any chance at winning this fight.

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.

Kian told me, keeping his eyes focused on the screen. Whilst, from the corner of my eye, I tracked down the length of my hoodie to his knees. My lips curled into a frown to see the fabric held onto him tightly, giving no way for it to ride up when he walked. Not that I wanted that. "Just because they don't fall into the estimated age range doesn't implicate them." I reminded him, he tilted his head to the side, and gave me a square look. "Aren't you aware that the age range comprises of wolves who hadn't shifted yet. But according to this list, some of these people are already over eighteen." He explained, dangerously close to my face.

I question. “If that’s the case, we will need to find out your age. Wolves only discover their wolves upon reaching adulthood, which is the age of eighteen. If you are eighteen or above, you should be able to connect with your wolf after some effort. If you aren’t, you have to wait.” “I see,” I reply. I don’t know what age I am, but I feel very ancient at the moment, “How old are you?” “Twenty-three.” “So that means you have found your wolf already,” I conclude, and Alexander nods, “And how did you find out you’re a Delta?”

At the age of 12, I was blessed with my Wolf, unlike most kids. At 13, I held my claws against the Commander's neck. By 16, I had already graduated early from College in defense and was promoted to a Warrior in my father's team. At 18, I was a commander, frontliner, and healer with my Wolf.

His thumb caressed her delicate hand as he tried to figure out where to start. “Like you, I'm immortal. Hellhounds don't age like werewolves. We are young for a long time. A 20-year-old werewolf is an adult and ready to become an Alpha of his pack, but a 20-year-old hellhound is equivalent to a 10-year-old. We're small, and our brain isn't fully developed yet, just like a 10-year-old here. That's how old I was when I was kicked out of hell.