Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

Abram dreamt of a surreal place, completely calm and quiet. As he walked around the park, his gaze fell on a tiny kitten hiding underneath a tree, and when it saw him approaching, it crawled back. “It’s ok. I won’t hurt you," he said, crouching before it and forwarding his hand without breaking eye contact with it. He couldn't hide the smile seeing the kitten resembling Myra. Slowly the kitten took a few steps before grazing its snort against his hand. When it got comfortable with him, it let Abram hold it in his arms. Abram started petting its head when it nuzzled its head on his shoulder. Suddenly it started moving violently, hitting him with its tiny claws.

In her perception, Harry had a serious cleanliness fetish and would not raise such a furry little thing at all. So, this cat must belong to Sienna! Why is it her?! Felicity reached out her hand as she wanted to carry the kitten. However, as soon as she had just reached out her hand, the little kitten was instantly startled as it arched its back, revealed its claws, and moved at a speed that was as fast as lightning! “Ahh!” Felicity let out a miserable cry, and when she looked back again, the back of her originally fair hand was already in a miserable state with at least a dozen scratches. Blood was also dripping from it.

I looked at him intently as he spoke. “My mom and I were on the market. She was talking and having business with this lady. I saw a cat. As a curious 5-year-old, I followed the cat not remembering where I went. It started raining and I had the thought of picking up the cat.” “I was worried so I picked him up but he got mad. He bit and scratched me. I screamed, cried, and threw him. Scratches and blood are covering my arm. He was about to run towards the other side of the street when a car hit him. Blood was scattered all over the road. It was like a hit and run.”

As the man regained his footing, Katrina pounced on him. She sank her teeth into his leg and tore, tearing through the flesh and muscle. Blood splattered everywhere, coating her muzzle and staining her fur. The man screeched in agony and struggled, trying to dislodge her paws from his calf. Katrina snapped her teeth even harder at his leg. Suddenly, the pressure released from his thigh and he fell to the ground, clutching at his injury. Katrina let him go and watched him collapse with satisfaction.

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

she went off I came near my kitten and sat beside her I tried to caress her hair she turned her face away fine she is angry I showed my bleeding hand and said "now happy I hurted you and I got this" her eyes became teary she was about to stand I holded her and said "little kitten your leg will ache what do you want say" she showed first aid box I brought it to her she tried to pull my hand how can she help the one who hurted her I said "it's okay leave it like that only" she is too stubborn I pulled her to my lap and said "fine give me a kiss I will let you treat me"

Someone else yell at the stupid guy who jumped on me. "Let her go before they make you into soup" the same guy says. "She's not even claimed or collared she's free game" the meanie says. "Don't be stupid, take a walk, I'll take her back home" the nice guy says, offering me a hand, with the promise of going home, I do take his hand. "I'm sorry kitten for what happened" the guy says walking, it took us a long time, really long to get home, I didn't know I walked that far.

She immediately handed over the cat to th lady who kissed it continously. "Shhh mama is here kitty. Mama wants you for herself". Clara inhaled Viper . She was angry to see the human girl touch her lover but even as she wanted to exert anger, her magic if cracked voice made her sound painful.

I had rescued them, nurtured them back to health, and saved their lives. They stored energy ceaselessly, slept endlessly, and evolved further in the harsh environment, producing an even stronger offspring. They restrained their abilities so well that everyone assumed they were ordinary house cats. Until… the apocalypse returned. Their powers reactivated. The familiar game had begun. No sooner had I absorbed the story than a commotion erupted outside. "Where are the cats? Hand over the cats!" The landlord and several residents stood outside, three enormous crocodiles slithering at their feet.

Cara didn't understand what she was feeling and continuously tried to shake the feeling. As she approached her best friend's house the cat dug it's claws into her and meowed in protest of being held. Instinctively, Cara let it go and huffed in frustration of having been scratched by the little thing. Shaking her head in annoyance, she watched as it ran over to the side yard and under a pear tree. Where it promptly sat on it's honches and started licking its front paw. Cara walked over to where it sat to retrieve it before knocking on the door to announce herself.