Warrior Cats Apprentice Ceremony Novels & Stories

I was here to find my place, to rebuild my life on my terms. Miguel gestured toward the sparring ring in the center of the grounds. “Step in,” he said simply. I hesitated for only a moment before climbing in, the packed dirt under my boots firm and familiar. Across from me stood a tall warrior with broad shoulders and an arrogant smirk. His name was Darius, one of the senior wolves in Miguel’s pack. “So, you’re the outsider,” he said, circling me. “Let’s see if you can hold your own.”

The family and mate I had chosen abandoned me when I needed them most. Left alone at the ceremony, even though my heart was exhausted and breaking, I had no choice but to put on a strong front, facing the curious and concerned gazes of the guests. Every second felt like sheer agony, yet George and Frendo still did not return. There was not even a text. They had cut off the link, and I could not reach them. "Why would Alpha Frendo and Beta George leave Lena at such an important moment? Did something serious happen?" "For a werewolf, what could be more important than a Marking Ceremony? I bet Lena must've done something wrong to make Alpha Frendo angry, regretting the mate bond."

"Look brother, I know that you are the most out of place here since your curse is not activated and you tend to kill people like a mad wolf at the rise of the full moon, but I know what it's like. I know what it's like to be hunted. I know what it's like to be powerful, yet feared. The sages and the mages hold the wisdom to transform my curse to be a blessing. I want to learn from them. And beyond that, I also want to learn other things from them." I said. "What then happens after you have spent five years honing your skills and you have become a prodigy? What then happens after that? Because you seem to have forgotten that you just agreed to stay with the weirdos for life." He reminded me.

I sat on the tool chair across the counter and leaned my face on my palm as I looked up at him with boredom. “It's where all teens, specifically eighteen to nineteen years of age, would have to attend this ceremony and get to either mate with some wolf or attend the university for wolves like you. And being a rogue is not exempted.” “What?” I sat straight, frowning and confused as f*ck. “You heard me, right, Katia.” He slowly went down and shrugged the dirt off of his shoulder. He walked past me and slammed the heavy book on the counter, making me cough as the dust flew across my face.

Left alone largely because we have nothing anyone wants. But there is the tradition, all warriors are introduced to the new wolves. They are taken on a run from town to town before returning and joining training the next day. Every pup is taught the perils of straying from home when they first shift. We spend the year between then and the ceremony waiting anxiously for the day our wolves are known to the pack and can run openly. So we sit and wait and wonder if we will make our kids sit and wait when it is their time. Will we forget our wolves straining to be let free and keep our children bound to a tradition?

Because of the reported rogue attacks the training is sped up, usually it would take few months. "On this day, standing infront of me are the new brave warriors. Who will protect the peace and order of this pack. In this ceremony we will honor them for completing the training and preparing themselves to sacrifice their lives for the betterment of our pack. As the Alpha of DarkMoon pack, I hereby declare these trainees as newly appointed pack warriors. May the moon gods guide you in your journey. Congratulations!" Iris stood upright with the rest of the trainees her eyes met with Eris' red ones. She couldn't describe the deep emotion within them. The ceremony was fast and every trainee was ha

There was a roar of joy as the enormous doors of the pack house opened and he entered the refreshing embrace of the night air. The pack's voices rose like waves as they let out hoots, whistles, and applause. Jarred's heart swelled with pride. As he stepped forward. Warriors guarded the perimeter, standing on guard at every corner, as torches blazed around the clearing. Jarred strode steadily toward the center of the stone-carved ring that had been designated for the ceremony, illuminated by the full moon. Here, oaths were taken and titles were bestowed in the hallowed space of Alpha ascension. There was already the Council

“Don’t think it’s easy to enter my sect. I admire your loyalty and strength, which is why I’m giving you this chance.” James impatiently grabbed Yukha and pressed her to kneel before Dillon. “According to tradition, you must kneel three times and kowtow nine times to complete the apprenticeship,” James said firmly. Before Yukha could react, Lesia rushed over and pressed her head to the ground repeatedly. Then, Lesia clapped her hands and said, “Alright, the ceremony is complete.” Yukha was bewildered, but Dillon smiled in approval. With a wave of his hand, a sapphire light sword floated before Yukha.

He was sitting in the lounge at the side of the hall, busy massaging his adoptive sister Erna Porter's hands. When they saw that, my parents turned to me with sadness in their eyes. "Look," they said. "His so-called sister is the only woman he has eyes for. There is no space in his mind for you." Everyone knew that I cared a lot about the marking ceremony, for I wished to be his mate for real. We'd been together for six years, yet I was merely a candidate to be his mate. I wanted to make it official. However, when it was time for the marking ceremony to begin, Arnold—who should already have gotten on stage—decided to cancel it again at the last minute.