Cat Undertale Novels & Stories

Mother turns to start running to a vast snowy field, I run behind mother when my paws touch the snow I feel an electric shock run through my body. Opening my eyes I see Carter there is a vail but I can see him, I know what to do. I whine like Cosmo does when he doesn’t get what he wants, it made others do the same. “Show me what is under that!” People moved, I keep whining till he shows what is really happening. Carter did not hold himself as he allowed his royal robe to go down, shifting into his Lycan he huffed in anger. “Let them out!”

From my arms, he looked at the basket. “A kitty?” He said, snuffling. I opened the lid of the basket, and there was an infant kitten. Its eyes hadn’t opened. It meant it was under seven days. “It’s a kitten!” Yule shouted in excitement. Celeste came closer to have a look, too. “It is white as snow and so cute.” She cleared her throat and managed her voice that had become less stiff. “I mean, it is beautiful…” Then she looked up at me, “… just like you.”

Scratching and probably drawing blood. There's my wildcat. ******************************************

He looks quite angry, but I don't catch on to the rage-dripping energy surrounding him whenever he's actually furious. Well, I suppose that might change soon because my beautiful Talia has to be a pain in my ass and voice her opinion. She tilts my head a little and forces a shit-eating grin on my lips, "I didn't expect someone as awesome as Atlas had such a warm heart. You even brought in a stray. We should ask around if anyone has dog food or some snacks we could feed the poor thing." Oh. My. Fucking. God. I'm dead. I'm dead because of my own cat. Talia is determined to become the death of me. Rest in peace, Sarah; the world won't miss you.

I say, and no sooner had the words left my lips than she is picking up the tiny bundle and holding him in her chest whispering sweet nothings to him. Tala wakes up shortly after and after wiping the sleep from her eyes beams at Tawny “You must be the elusive were-cat princess I have heard so much about?” “Tawny, nice to finally meet you, and congratulations this little guy is so handsome” She extends her hand to my mate. “Tala, and yes, hopefully, he will be just as handsome and caring as his father.”

The kitten suddenly stood up and swatted the puppy, who promptly settled down, drawing laughter from everyone. "Your kitten is quite the boss!" Theodore remarked to Lucy, then continued playing with Lila. Lila stared at the unfamiliar face, her eyes filled with confusion. She looked back at Lucy and Maria. Finding everything strange, she suddenly began to cry loudly. Panicking, Theodore quickly handed the child back to Lucy, finding it much easier to hold the obedient golden retriever instead. The puppy enjoyed being in his arms, happily sticking out its pink tongue. Seeing the child cry, the kitten also got up. It cautiously approached Lucy and rubbed its face against Lila's, calming her do

Cota looked at me and lowered his head. “Let's get back and inform Nick and your father,” he said sullenly. Glancing back at the dead I said a prayer and followed after him. “So much for frolicking,” I muttered. Hearing branches snap I glanced upward and saw a black small human shape clinging to a branch. Stopping in my tracks I didn't feel apprehensive, just curious. “What is it?” Rinn whined. “It's a werecat like Sawyer, only much younger,” I answered and watched the creature jump across tree branches.

The tips of my ears burned. A shiver ran down to my tailbone, and a fluffy wolf tail threatened to manifest right then and there. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Rylan Blackthorn just posted a new Tweet. My finger shook as I tapped it. The message was brief: Mischievous kitten. The accompanying image shows a majestic Maine Coon cat, its fur identical to my wolf-like coat, resting its fluffy head affectionately on a slender, pale hand.

my baby started and I in my head I was sure she'd name it something similar to kitty, cat, cookie, something easy. "Yes?" I say waiting patiently for her to come up with a name. "Tiger!" she says excitedly, picking the cat up and hugging it, and then it all clicked the orange tabby wasn't just a normal cat, small enough to be one sure, but it's a tiger, an animal that doesn't exist anymore, and if I remember correctly, they are the kings of the jungle more powerful than a lion ever been. "How did you know?" I asked Katie, I couldn't even remember the name of the animal and she was one of the generation after the nuclear disaster.

A mist settled in that whispered voices, trying to lure them off the path. One night, around a fire built with runes carved in salt, Catherine approached Isabella. "They think you’re their savior," she said. "And you?" Catherine smiled, weary and sincere. "I think you’re one of us. Strong. Terrified. But refusing to quit." A howl in the distance snapped them to alert. Arthur rose, sword drawn. From the darkness, a figure emerged. Not a beast—but a man. Talon. He looked worn, aged, but his eyes still burned with rebellion. "The Glade feeds on hope. You’ll need more than light to survive it."