Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

Fiona also came over. "If you like it, take it home to keep Mitsy company." As she spoke, she squatted down and gently stroked the back of the tabby cat. Angela hurriedly stopped her. "Don't touch it. It's a stray cat." It was already too late by the time she finished speaking. Just as Fiona was about to remove her hand, the tabby cat swiped at her with its claws. Angela quickly pushed Fiona aside. In that instant, a sharp pain struck. Angela's arm was scratched, with four vivid red marks that were shocking to see.

This time, the wound healed, and April did faint for real. "Again," Scarlet told Miley. She did it three more times, without April fainting. "Well done, now time for something more difficult. We all know that fleabag here is a cat, and cats have nine lives. But this one only has one. Very careless if you ask me," Scarlet said. April hissed at Scarlet, earning a slap to the back of the head.

I don't want him or any other up here in our sacred space surrounded by nothing but memories worth keeping. "I've got know what with the whole catcus thing! You keep avoiding the question so I need the story behind Catcus Carley," Lachlan asks. His curiosity will get him killed one of these days, but I also know he'll use this story as artistic inspiration. Carley blushes but finally gives Lachlan the story he has been craving to hear. "I fell into cactus when a snake spooked Loki. He went one way and I went the other into the cactus. It was my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings while riding.

I went up a few more branches and got a splinter in my hand, my palm is bleeding, but I’m able to get Pietra and then Flit, who’s growling at me when I grab him. “Ther… there you go, I… I got y… you two, g… get on m… my lap, I w… won’t let y… you fall, Pi… Pipi.” The woman climbed down the tree with some difficulty and then I got down with Pietra and Flit, purring happy. The cat from hell that cause all this trouble. Pietra hugs her mother and the woman kisses the child’s hair, putting her back on the ground. She looks my bloody hand and tells me shyly:

She’s perfect and rarely breaks a rule. Caleb P.O.V I had dinner with Keegan, Kitten and the twins. Trying to get my mind off of things and trying to clear my own name after everything with Snow. We were having fun, laughing talking and of course I apologized towards Cat for my rude behavior towards her best friend. But like always, she knew everybody way to fucking well and she could see right through you. She was completely composed and serious when she stated that Bryan a.k.a Snow’s fucking date was there this morning when they both went by her place. And that she actually liked him, what did she call him oh yes, sweet and loving and caring and apparently he had fur babies. Naturally I ha

I thought cats were for witches, not wolves. I listened to their conversation. The black-haired boy was telling a story about a ghost, apparently an old Luna of the pack, the girl with the two cats called ‘Silver Luna.’ I was at least learning something about this pack of wolves. I settled in, enjoying the story, and even though I was outside, the warmth of these five wolves’ friendship made me feel warm, too.

Aster put down the cat food and ran over to Larissa. He squatted down beside her and watched the two cats lying comfortably in Larissa's lap with curiosity. "Mommy, can I touch them?" he asked. Ragdoll cats were known to be gentle, and since she had previously taken care of them for some time, Larissa knew their personalities well. Without hesitation, she answered, "Of course you can." Aster stretched his hand out toward the cats eagerly. However, before he could even touch Muffin, he was scratched by her sharp claws. Three bloody scratches appeared on the back of Aster's hand.

The cat sat on Freddy's grandmother's lap as it let out its vibrations. "What's the power, grandma?" Asked Freddy who couldn't wait to hear the story about the cat from his grandmother's mouth. "Grandma isn't sure what power she has. But grandma once saw her turn into a tiger while hearing the sound of a tiger in the forest two weeks ago." Freddy's grandmother explained the situation that happened to her first. "Oh .. So why didn't grandma just defend her?" Freddy started to ask, Kei looked at Freddy puzzled. 'Eh? He wasn't the one who said his grandmother was old. ' Kei whispered to himself. Freddy who looked at Kei who was staring at him was puzzled.

While the two fighters were chatting Manticat had broken in a fight with the squirrel. That hideous rodent had scratched him on his beautiful face and Manticat can't help but be thirsty for his blood. He chased that blasted acorn-loving pest into the forest and swung his scythe at him in a desperate attempt to kill him. The pest ran into the forest like the coward that he is but Manticat wouldn't let his prey get away unscathed. He will make his mother proud and offer her the heart of his enemy. Ruby will be pleased with his achievement.

He smiled back, which confirmed her thoughts and validated her emotions. As the monk spoke, the story spun itself around them. It ignited the imagination and drew vivid images. Clarissa sat back and allowed herself to experience the story. The monk’s story: In a time before magic was so everyday, there was a young werecat named Sarasha. She was a beautiful girl with fur as pure white as the snow and velvety black spots. She had emerald eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Her best friend was a human boy. The children were the closest that two best friends could hope to be.