Cats Clans Novels & Stories

“This is her home. And she is not going anywhere until this is resolved!” Kyron didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, chest to chest, eyes gleaming with challenge. “There is nothing to resolve,” he hissed. “The Moon Goddess has chosen. You saw it. We all saw it. Kamari is mine…” There was a pause as his gaze flicked to the other two. “Ours.” Then his voice dropped even lower, a feral growl vibrating beneath the words: “I will not leave this pack without my MATE!”

By the time I wandered downstairs, the smell of dinner was heavy in the air, and so was the sound of my parents' voices from the kitchen. “The Alpha is pushing for the eastern borders to be secured before the winter freeze,” Dad was saying, sipping from his coffee cup, “The beta families are getting restless about the hunting quotas.” “Well, he needs to finalize the alliance with the Northern pack first,” Mom replied, chopping vegetables, “If the line doesn't hold, the politics of the council won't matter anyway.” I slid onto a chair at the dining table, making a decent amount of noise, but they didn't even look my way, they just kept tossing pack politics back and forth.

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

In the city of Portico, inside Yoldes palm. The Nightclaw pack members gathered in their full numbers, all of them armed with several weapons as they were prepared for the long awaited raid. They had axes, knives, metal bats and all other sorts of weapons. Their eyes gleamed with determination and conviction to fight. The slightly balding Alpha of the pack, Alphonse, stood at the crown of the stairs looking at Nicole whose hands were held in his tightly. The latter seemed gloomy and sad about what Alphonse was about to do.

We ran into each other as I was leaving. Oblivious to the connections forming in my head, he continues, “it’s been a while, Nova. A lot has happened. I heard from a little mouse that you can’t recollect a single thing. I'm trying not to take it personally, you not remembering me, it stings.” He touches his chest, as if me not recognizing him has hurt his feelings. “Let me reintroduce myself. Name’s Cato, baby. And I’ve been waiting a very long time for Levi to take his leash off of you.” Cato with his shoulder length messy chocolate brown hair and blank dark eyes buzzes with rage. An all consuming anger. He’s a predator. And I’m the prey.

"She always makes a fuss, and there's been a stay-home warning all day. She wouldn't be stupid enough to come out in this weather." As he spoke, his commanding officer, Connor Smith, stormed over, eyes blazing. "You were stationed closest to the scene and showed up thirty minutes late—where were you?" "It's my fault," Mandy cut in, sounding regretful as she hovered behind Wade. "My cat ran up a tree, and Wade helped me get her down." Connor's face hardened. "Wade Deek! There's been a fatality. Whatever your excuse, you're facing serious disciplinary action."

Celeste stared back at her, her body heaving with the deep breaths of the fight. “I’m ok,” Sally told her, “they won’t do it again. I’m here.” For a moment she wasn’t sure she got through to her, but then Celeste huffed, sending a growling bark towards the two pups. It was enough for the them to jump up and dash away, their tails figuratively between their legs. The Clan began to disperse with the fight at its end.

"When a fae has lived for several ages, the feral part of us grows stronger." "Feral?" She asks. "Like a cat?" "A cat? More like a primal creature that relies on instinct and basic needs." "So, a cat." She nods. "The only cats I know of are the shifting panthers of the Twisted Pines, and I suppose they are somewhat feral, but are more known for cheating at cards than anything else." I stand in front of her and press a hand to her cheek where a scratch veers toward her ear. "I'm so sorry you saw me like that, little one. Are you hurt?"

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

“I always wondered about her step, her claws, her stealth. I sensed something… feline. But I never placed it—until it was too late. And now the Mountain Wolf Clan has taken another of her kind, after taking my mother. I must find out why. What their hidden agenda is.” He straightens, voice turning steel… “Because such darkness claws the mountains—jaguars, mountain lions, black panthers, and even hyenas, packs moving with cunning I never imagined, their eyes always searching, always waiting. Population I never knew existed…” That is why Caelora is the key. If she truly carries the bloodline of the Luna Cats, she’s our first step toward survival.” I hesitate, torn between awe and doubt. “She d