Cat Undertale Novels & Stories

Termâs looked down at Cai; she was asleep on his arm. “Oh, man…” he muttered to himself. He set his head back on the cold stone wall and closed his eyes. Soon he was startled awake by a noise coming from inside the dark tunnel. Gently he laid Cai on the ground and stood up to investigate. With his sword drawn, Termâs glanced from side to side but saw nothing at first. Then he heard another noise. He was sure it came from the deep darkness. He stepped forward and then jumped when he saw something move. “What the…” He looked down to see a black, wet fur ball at his feet. “Well…I guess this is better than one of those things.” He knelt and picked up the playful little cat.

The creature, spotted moving into the forbidden forest. Deep within the forbidden forest, the snow werecat darted with graceful swiftness, its ethereal form blending seamlessly with the frost-kissed foliage. Prince Edon and his companions pursued the elusive creature, their determination unwavering, despite the foreboding whispers of the forest's forbidden nature. They knew the risks they took, but the allure of victory and the chance to capture such a legendary beast fueled their every stride.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

Both, like their father and Petra, bore the crescent-shaped pupils. They stop dead in their tracks once they spot Seneca. They quickly looked at each other like they were having a private conversation. “Boys!” Tawny scalds, “Don’t be rude and greet our guests. This is your Aunt Lamia and Seneca her youngest daughter.” “We know.” They both say in unison causing Seneca to giggle. Suddenly, and to my surprise, the boy with yellow eyes morphs into a cat resembling Tawny’s fur form. The small werecat prowls toward Seneca and rubs up against her. She laughs and grabs his fur gently. “I like you,” She says.

He was eager to go home to Caterina and the surprise Luca was talking about. --- Tabby

"Betty stays alive. She is the key to the final lock. If you touch her before the time is right, I will skin you myself." He let go. I fell to my knees, coughing and clutching my neck. "Fine," I croaked. "She lives. For now." We needed power to move the pieces on the board. My daughter was the ultimate prize, but she was too well guarded in the castle. I had to find another source. I found it in the woods behind an abandoned barn. A black cat. She had four small, blind kittens nestled against her belly. Witches loved cats because the beasts carried a residual magical core in their blood.

Affectionate licks rain down upon him as her tail wags enthusiastically, a testament to her sheer joy. “We got you, daddy!” Catalina’s gleeful voice rings out. Lucian laughs heartily as he playfully roughhouses with Delilah, petting her head and scratching behind her ears. Then, rising to his feet, he lifts Catalina into his arms, his eyes twinkling with love and pride. “You’ve caught daddy again,” he laughs warmly, his tone filled with affection. “Looks like my little princess is becoming quite the skilled hunter.” Catalina nods, her eyes sparkling with a sense of pride. "Uncle Cas is teaching me too. He says always go for the kill."

A young looking dark gray she-cat and a smoky gray tom with green eyes were staring at her warily. "I am Frost," the white and dark gray she-cat replied, dipping her head in what Birdpaw thought was a submissive way. "These are my kits, Luna and Dusk. We have been searching for a safe place outside of the Clans, than I found you under this rocky cleft. I thought for sure you had succumbed to the cold."

A cat meowed above them, then jumped through the vaulted skylight into the top of a tree and began climbing down with a bag in its mouth. “Hurry, Tauran. Bring the lightest bale first.” He nodded and hurried to get his food, but oddly, one of the bales was too light and it smelled nothing like hay. It smelled like it was sprayed with oat and barley oil. He carried it to the center, but when he dropped it on the floor it said, “Oofta. Be careful.” “Go get the others like you normally do.” Kiretana bent to cradle the end of the bale as a fluffy calico cat jumped from a tree. He noticed one of his sketchbooks was on the floor beside his sister.