Warrior Cats Ages Novels & Stories

“Well, Brendan says you’ll win the war. He’s terrified that you’ll kill him.” “Why would I do something like that?” “His father did it.” I grip her hips and pull her onto my lap. “I hope you told him that I wouldn’t kill him?” “I did. At what age do young wolves usually start warrior training?” “After their first shift. Fifteen or sixteen usually,” I answer. “Brendan asked if he can train.” “Has he shifted yet?” “Not if his sister is to be believed.” She shrugs and gives me an uncertain little smile.

“How old are you?” “Nineteen.” Bryce is nearly forty. “Was yours a fated bond?” “No, my king, he chose me. Right after my first shift.” “How old were you?” “Fifteen.” I glance at Willow. Her eyes are wide. “Sicko,” she mumbles. This is something we can agree on. In our society, a wolf won’t even feel the mate bond until they’re eighteen. “Did he rape you?” I ask softly.

I reply, looking into his dark blue eyes. “Didn’t seem to stop you earlier from opening your mouth. Perhaps you should put that mouth of yours to better use. Give me a taste of what you have to offer.” He suggests. I know where he is going with his suggestion. I’ve never done anything sexual. It’s forbidden for omegas to do anything sexual before they are eighteen. I only turned eighteen a few months ago, and luckily no one has figured it out. Some omegas brag about turning eighteen, so they can tempt warriors and high-ranking wolves to help them gain experience before the auction.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

“I helped fight in them.” What the hell? The Great Wars were over twenty years ago, before I was even born. There is no way this guy was old enough to have fought in them. He looks thirty, tops. And if he is not a wolf, he does not have the same extended lifetime we do, living up to a few hundred years. “I can see the wheels turning,” he laughs melodiously. “You’re wondering how the hell I could have fought in them when I don’t look old enough to be out of diapers when they happened.”

Rune clearly not a big fan when it came down to the Elders. Another thought soon rising within me as I move to ask Rune once more. ‘Hey Rune?’ ‘Yeah Tori?’ ‘How much of the Elders do you know?’ Hesitating slowly does Rune eventually move to answer. ‘I know that their definitely old school. Plus I think one of them is like 50, so they’ve been around for a very long time.’ ‘Doesn’t that make them old?’ Chuckling at my words does Rune move to answer me back. ‘No Tori. There not that old. For encase you’ve forgotten, we’re wolves Tori. And wolves stop aging after 30 or at least our bodies do.’

I reasoned. My wolf refused to let go. She debated, “And what if she's actually a spy? Look, I know you're only being kind, which is why I didn't say anything since. But I don't trust her.” “What? Why?” I wanted to know what could have raised my wolf's hackles towards her. She was just a naive victim. My wolf replied with two simple words, “She's wolfless.” “Hmm… So she's probably too young to get her wolf yet. That doesn't make her dangerous.” I argued. However, I thought she looked up to eighteen years, which was the age when all normal werewolves got their wolf companions.

She was sure she must have blushed by now. "19 years difference with me," said Arva. "You are still very young, Princess," said Dafa. He recalled the age of the werewolf he knew. The average age has reached 350 years and over, just like him.

Enzo's POV "Pick a partner to train with," Zuko, the head warrior, commanded. The young wolves scrambled to pair themselves at his command. I watched from the sidelines, arms crossed. These were seventeen-year-olds, barely wolves, but they were ours. Most packs train at eighteen. I made it seventeen to avoid sending them unprepared into battle. Untrained wolves are dead wolves, and I don't waste pack members. "Shift!" Zuko ordered. Bones cracked. Coats tore through skin. Seconds later, a dozen young wolves paced.

“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.”