Zootopia Training Novels & Stories

Zoe woke on early as usual and went for a run. When she came back, she went to the training grounds and started training. She spent an hour and a half training. She missed her friends so much, by now Mason would be teasing her and provoking her until she agrees to spar with him. They would go on while Lizzy played the couch, a bias one at that and she would always win. Then go to her home or Lizzy’s for breakfast before going on patrol.

These last few months have been the most incredible months of my life, and I’m happy to report that the pack is flourishing more than ever. With Sorrell as my Luna, we have worked hard to whip this pack into shape. Since Sorrell took her oath and we completed our bond, we got straight to work. The entire pack officially participates in training. Even the children. The children have different days and times, so it doesn’t impact their sleep schedules and their schooling, and some parents were unsure at first, but the pups have taken to it with gusto, and guess who handles the pup's training? That would be my fantastic Luna.

she promised. “I will hold you on to that” I gave her a nod. One by one, the pack members arrived. We started training with basic warm up exercise and then carried on with intense ones. Some were very weak in immunity and strength wise. Ezekiel showed them some strength building trainings. By the time we were done, one hour had passed. They were tired just by doing intense immunity-based work out.

I was their Luna, and they were my responsibility. The training ground was expansive, designed meticulously to accommodate different terrains and combat scenarios. There was a sand pit for ground wrestling, several wooden dummies for target practice, and a vast open field lined with trees and obstacles. Birds sang above, their melodies lending an ironic tranquility to what was about to be a grueling session. With a deliberate motion, I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail, signaling the beginning of the training. All conversations hushed, and all eyes were fixed on me. The gravity of this moment was palpable, but I was resolute.

"I can only train you the way i was. As for the weapon you have to do it yourself" Four explained "Didn't Nate taught you with that?" Zayn questioned "No. he only taught me how to control it "Four replied "Damn it" Zayn growled "Enough of the charters. let's go back to training!" four said With that everyone started training. These 3 days everyone trained till their bones hurt and sweated like pigs. Everyone was soo busy that they didn't realized how fast the days went by and the night before the war came. Gigi was tossing around her bed unable to sleep

Nicole did not hold Zeke but motioned for him to continue walking for two laps. "We can only start the next phase of training when you reach three." Her voice came from behind him in the distance. Zeke could not say a word as he felt his eyes turning dark, and his knees were not his own. Getting the pace up to three was no different from flying. He had a long way to go. After Zeke had finished training, Nicole walked toward the teaching building and stepped into the classroom on the dot. There were exactly five minutes before the class started.

I mumble "Not in the least" Matt says. *FLASHBACK* Matt POV Zion and Marcellus were training the wolves in combat when Zion sighs and tells us to stop doing what he thought was like playing around. He and Marcellus would demonstrate a certain technic for us that could be useful in the war. Zion shifted into his wolf and many of the guys bent their heads in a sign of respect but Zion didn't care much for it.

Distance restored, but the air remains charged. "You'll train today," he says. "I thought I wasn't supposed to push it." "You won't." He turns toward the door. "I will." ——— The training grounds are alive by the time we step into them. Wolves spar in controlled pairs, bodies colliding with calculated force. Commands snap through the air. Dust kicks up beneath boots. Conversations are quiet as we cross the clearing. Not fully, but enough. They notice him. And they notice me. Aaron stops in the center of the circle.

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.

It was then that my boyfriend, Brandon Jenner, exclaimed, "You're the top student in our animal training program, Tamara! You've got such a talent for this—every animal you work with follows your orders perfectly. You're the only one fit for the National Day Gala performance!" I heard the familiar speech just as I regained consciousness from the pain of having my bones crushed by a python. In the meantime, my classmates gathered around me, looking at me with anticipation and respect. "What kind of animal are you training this time, Tamara? We're all looking forward to your performance! We're counting on you to bring glory to the college!"