Bramble Cats Novels & Stories

And Blake is more extensive than me, so chances are whatever is out there might turn satisfied after eating him. "Werecats are wilder and much more savage than us werewolves. They can't be spoken or reasoned with, all they crave is blood, and they never hunt alone." "C-Cats who don't hunt alone?" My day is only getting worse. Blake nods. "They are like lions." I gulp and tap Blake meaningly on the back, causing him to spin around with his eyebrows heightened. I'm feeling like a kid looking up at their parent and expecting them to act as my shield.

It was a wild cat, and Nathan's frown was deeper than the depths of the ocean when he saw the color of its fur. Hilda explained, "This is a precious African prairie cat. It is a hybrid offspring of an African domestic cat and a wild cat. This cat has a strong jumping ability and can jump up to eight feet high. Kater is the one who has adopted this kitten!" Nathan plastered a smile on his face, but his heart was pounding with aggravation. You silly dog, not only do you live off me, but you also got yourself a pet cat? How can I be convinced that Kater is the one that wants to raise it, not Hilda?

Expectation. Brayden crouched by the wrought-iron gate, gently stroking the stray cat that had come near the estate with his little fingers. The cat had a mix of gray and white fur, featuring bright yellow eyes that gleamed like two moons in the soft, fading light of the evening. It softly purred as Brayden chuckled softly, its fur rippling beneath his hand. For a short while, everything seemed simple and innocent — just a boy and a stray animal, nothing more.

"It's alright," she said, though she didn't mean it. "Did you hear that, Code? Your name's not so bad after all. Funny how you still ignore me when I call you." Jack chuckled. "What kind of cat is he? He's huge," Jessie asked while stroking Code with open curiosity. "He's a Maine Coon. Also, Ronny bought me that fluffy, intimidating one over there with the blue eyes. That's a Siberian." Jack introduced the cats one by one.

"I know times are already tense with leafbare in full-swing, but this Clan deserves their voice just like we do." Few cats dare argue with her. Smokefrost shared a knowing look with Snowstorm when she reached her once again. She too had been watching the newcomers with keen interest. The ginger tom brought along a silver-furred she-cat and a gray and darker gray she-cat. Smokefrost couldn't tell them apart. It almost seemed as though they were all family, though it was hard to tell from where they were sitting.