Warrior Cats Ages Novels & Stories

Maximus "Alpha, we're ready," one of my warrior said, and I nodded. After we had breakfast, I saw the young wolves sitting in groups around the camp. More than half of them were training for the first time after their first shift. The youngest was only 16 years old, and I was relieved to see how their spirits were still high. We had stayed up all night, running under the full moon, followed by hunting wild animals and practising martial arts until morning. After breakfast, the plan was to head back to pack land.

"How come she isn't an active member?" "She's technically still a part of the pack, but active members actively defend our territory. At a certain age, you retire and only shift for pleasure." "So everyone at Norwood House now is—" "Active members," she finishes. "Yeah." Liam says, "Our oldest active member is turning thirty." "And you start at sixteen?" "You start defending at eighteen. It takes newbies a little to get used to their wolves and to learn to fight shifted." "So when Harvey is around thirty, he'll retire?"

Iris who was 4 years younger than her felt more like her kid as she was only 11 when their parents died. "I'm late for training, see you in the evening" Iris calls out as she leaves for her early morning combat training. In our pack, wolves have mandatory combat training and school until they turn 18. Over 18, one has the choice to continue in whichever field they have an interest in. Though most of us choose to continue combat and join the pack's military division, many others work in our other important areas like pack healers, pack businesses, etc. Although the military division has some superiority complex we still respect the others as their contribution is as important as ours for the

And this one is no older than Ben. She holds my gaze, narrowing her dark, depthless eyes. A chill runs up my spine as I break from her gaze and turn to look at the warriors who are standing in front of our vehicles. Children. All of them are too young to even shift. I look down at Wilcox, or whatever the hell his name is, the warrior who is still sitting in a puddle of mud next to Leo. He isn’t old enough to grow a beard. I hadn’t thought it was strange when we’d first been stopped. A lot of packs had their youths, especially the males, out in warrior garb and in training before they reached the age of twenty-one.

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

I said, watching as the group moved into what I thought was the warrior pose. “So, right now, because you’re of age to be in a tribe but not sorted, you’re technically an Eagle.” “How old do your wolves have to be to train, to be in a tribe?” “Sixteen. Nami was only sorted recently, so I think that’s why she’s so passionate about the Salmon tribe still. The young wolves especially love it, and the pups get so excited to be sorted, to find out what tribe they’re in.”

“You don’t smell sad anymore mummy. It’s good.” I nod and she bids me goodbye. The children in the packhouse that have been selected for warrior roles will be having their morning laps by now and I know she wants to join them. It’s another one of the peculiarities of the Ironclaw pack. Kids are trained to become warriors from the age of seven. Not all of them anyways, at least according to Maya. The laptop reminds me of its presence by making a sound and I walk to it. A file has been left open and clicking the link makes it take me to a company’s site.

It was very much a spur of the moment decision. “I am hoping to explore my new pack, where is good to go?” I ask a little tentatively. The warrior releases a small chuckle. “Aww, bless you. Of course, this all new to you, isn’t it?” His eyes are warm, and his smile equally so. He must be about ten years younger than my father perhaps. Likely one of the older warriors within pack.

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

let. “ Terrick” “ hmm” he hum “ how old are you?” “Am a hundred and sixty eight years old” A gasp left Catrina’s mouth “ I was right when I said you are way older than me” Terrick tensed up thinking she will leave him since his older than her for more than one hundred years “ relax am not leaving you, am staying here” she raise her head to look at him giving him a beautiful smile before turning her head and placing it back on his chest. “ what of Annex?” “Same, we were born on the same year and on the same day but am older than him for some few hours” “ and Ayra” “ she is fifty” “Your mom?” “ she is one thousand six hundred and eighty one years old” “ wow, I take it she is she is the oldest