Calico Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

' 'Because you never fight me, and because I’m a total badass. And so, so modest. I snicker quietly, and Torin shoots me a look. Oops. Now he probably thinks I’m laughing at Cala. Her fight with Jeb is quick and decisive. Jeb’s wolf is huge — dark grey with black patches — towering over Cala’s smaller chocolate-brown one. He dominates from the start, and she submits quickly. Shifting back, her frustration is obvious. She dresses fast, not lingering on her nudity like Daxton and Liam, clearly just as uncomfortable as I am.

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

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 didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

“So you got a kitten today. Tell me about it?” “Well it’s a girl. She’s really small with blue eyes. She is all white with orange, and black spots. Dee-Dee called her a calico. She’s about two months old. She is sweet, but shy. I….um…had actually called you to let you know I had to make a big purchase today to get what I needed for her. I’ll find a way to pay it back. I’ll get a job if I have to.”

A second later, Hunter had transformed from a predatory tiger to a domestic cat whose master had grasped firmly onto his two front paws, rendering him unable to move at all! Charlie raised his eyes at this time and sneered, “I heard that you’re called the White-Clothed Tiger King. I really thought that you would be a tiger, but I never would have imagined that you cannot f*cking even be compared to Hello Kitty! You’re truly utterly useless!”

And the calico cat is on Malix’s lap as he slouches in his seat. I raise my eyebrow at him and slide into the only empty chair. “I see you’ve just made yourselves at home.” Malix scoffs. “Look at this place. Dude can afford to feed and water us. Have a beer.” He leans over and shoves the case my way. The calico readjusts on his lap and lies back down, undeterred. I haven’t had much experience around cats, but this one seems oddly comfortable with strangers in her house. Especially considering she can most likely sense our wolves inside us. A lot of animals have a better instinct for those kinds of things than humans do.

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”

I got out of bed and got dressed for the day, putting on some jeans ad a shirt, I finished getting ready and met the rest downstairs, all three of my best man, the highest ranking in my pack were just fussing at the little kitten, trying to get her fed. "Let's go," I call out loud, while they kept on fussing over her but I ignored it getting my shoes on and ready to go, all the shoes she got were mary janes, and flats, nothing suitable for our farm life, and nothing to wear around the house, she only wears her socks.

He starts purring while I scratch his soft, round belly. "You keep him. He is yours." It's more than I've heard her say since we found her. "King might not agree with you. I don't think he likes cats." She snaps her fingers, and her expression turns serious. "King no say." I think about it. "You know. I think you're right. Yes, I want this little-" I tip him over and readjust, "girl. Are you sure you don't mind?" I should have realized the kitten was a gal since calicos usually are. I think I'm surrounded by too many men and everything is automatically male. It will nice to have another female in my life.