Warrior Cats Ages Novels & Stories

Xander and I just got back together, but I feel like I had been their Luna for a long time. After breakfast, I went to the training hall with all the young warriors. I stood at the center, surrounded by eager faces—young warriors in the making, their eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The youngest was just thirteen, brimming with youthful energy, while the oldest was eighteen, on the cusp of adulthood. These were the future protectors of the pack.

The excitement in the warrior's voice piqued River's curiosity and he lifted his head and peeked out at the warrior. A smile quickly spreads across the warrior's face when he finally gets a look at the Omega's face. "Oh my, you're the cutest thing ever!" The warrior said and River smiled "How old are you? I have a little brother who might be around the same age and he's an omega too. Maybe you guys can hang out." "I just turned 18," River stated proudly. "Joey is 17, I bet you two would get along. If you want, I can bring him tomorrow." The warrior said and River's face lit up, excited to meet another Omega. He quickly nodded his head and the warrior smiled as he reached up and roughed his h

However, not long after Blake and I started training together, I had a huge reality check. First of all, most warriors start straight out of high school. While, at twenty years old, I wasn’t exactly an old geezer when I started, I’d definitely missed the prime bonding window. The thing is, our pack had only even begun allowing women to become warriors ten years ago, so the group was small and tight-knit, and it was a bit like missing rush I suppose.

The werewolves were of all ages, from young pups to grizzled veterans, but they all shared a common determination in their eyes. I saw a young werewolf, no more than ten years old, standing proudly beside his father, his eyes shining with excitement and fear. I saw an elderly werewolf, her fur graying and her eyes cloudy with age, but her spirit unbroken and her jaw set in determination. I saw a group of young warriors, their muscles rippling beneath their skin as they flexed their arms and legs, their eyes burning with a fierce hunger for battle. And I saw the pack's elderly warriors, their faces lined with age and experience, but their eyes still burning with a fierce loyalty to their pack

Catherine asked curiously. Lucas raised a brow amused, “He should be in his late thirties or early forties” he said thoughtfully as he rubbed his jaw. They both gasp, “but he looks like he is in his early twenties” Catherine exclaimed. “That is because he is a werewolf, that too an alpha, a powerful one at that” he stated. “Oh, what.. what about Vik” she asked softly as a soft shade of red tainted her cheeks. “He is thirty seven years old, we are the same age,” he said proudly.

His claws grew longer, ready for the kill. "Tell me, Jessica: do you want to find out if I am joking? Do you want to see what a warrior from the Blackwood Pack can do in a second?" Panic kicked in. I had heard a few things about the Blackwood brothers. They were fierce and merciless. But rumors have it that the youngest might be stronger. It turns out that a month after his first shift, he became a warrior—something that took others more than a year. I stared at the girl he was holding—Alex. She was the youngest help in the Pack—only fourteen.

Levi changed his posture, nearly taking a more commanding posture, and crossed his arms over his chest. "We need to be fighting at our full capacity. Previously, the rule was that no Wolf under twenty-one and no Wolf over fifty could participate in this war. However, I am changing this rule. Every Wolf, male or female, who has Shifted, will participate in this Pack's upcoming war." His brother continued speaking to the Pack.

Gunner “She knows we’ve been watching her sir.” “That’s not possible Hunter. Werewolves don’t connect to their wolf until they turn eighteen.” “I’ve been spying on several packs nearby. I learned Katerina has been connected to her wolf since she was like twelve. I think she can at least catch your scent, whatever that is to her.”

I sniff at the air, smelling another youngling from my pack who, like me, just turned 18. In my pack, if you are younger than 100, you are considered a youngling. When you turn 18, you are allowed to take part in the ceremony held that year. During the ceremony, packs from around the area converge to one pack's land, and the younglings fight each other. The best fighter goes with the best pack, and the rest are dispersed by how well they fought. The pack member at my door is Molli Bray, a lower wolf who doesn't ever maintain eye contact for long. Molli opens the door and rushes over to where I am sitting in the window. She lowers her eyes to the floor, avoiding my gaze, before speaking.

Neither one of us was willing to back down or break eye contact. "How do you explain those scroll pictures of him then?" Kairo's smug smile was so taunting, and nothing would make my wolf happier than to slap that look right off his beautiful face. "Besides, isn't that little warrior a bit too young for a real female?" "He is my exact age!" I spat back, my chest heaving. "Exactly my point," Kairo growled. "A total baby." "Well, what is that old saying?" I was quick to fire back, wanting to hurt his pride. "Younger wolves have much more stamina. It is something that an old man, such as yourself, can never compete with in the woods."