Cats Clans Novels & Stories

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.

And according to them, the rule said, 'you mustn't come back to collect what you've given out, especially with a price, else… that spells doom! "Get all the pack members ready, we're going to celebrate the fall of a great lycan and his descendants!" "Yeah….!!!" All replied. I saw the pride and joy in Alpha Grey, his joy just knew no bounds as excitement filled his entire being. "Listen up everyone!" Abruptly, there was a hushed silence. "Including the slaves in this pack!" "Huhhhh..?" The pack exclaimed awkwardly in unison, breaking the thick silence. Surprised, Alpha palmed up. But, he had already made his decision and his word was law!

He didn't want her to get hurt. He felt like he must protect his sister no matter what, even though their parents just silently watched everything unfold. According to the prophecy, a cat born with a new unique fur and rainbow eyes would bring the destruction of their clan. She will be the reason their world would cease to exist. Ugh! And his sister happened to be the prophesied kitten. They are of royalty. She's the princess of the clan, and he's the prince. Their parents are the Goddamn rulers and yet, they are letting their child get banished.

Mantilo continued to expresses to the hushed audience, but as he stopped to shuffle the papers before him Lander spoke up. "Just wait....the Rat Clan!?" Lander hissed with a dubious sneer on his face. "No way!! I mean those things weren't anything like rats...for one thing they were almost as tall as me!" With a sigh Mantilo replied. "I told you....they were once Shifters...." Mantilo input to his son. "So they had the mannerisms and maybe even some of the attributes of rats....long sharp teeth, long nails, fast reflexes but like us they would also have the shape of men..."

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?"

The fourth clan are made of men and women with an eagle vision, they could site a needle miles away both by day and night, so they were made watchers, it was also said of them that their ancestors were eagles; the fifth clan could transform into any beast of the field and they live in caves, the sixth clan is known as the clan of the deaf, they could run faster than a dear, and are mostly hunters, their ancestors were hunters, the seventh clan was a clan not born of women, they drink nothing other than liquor, the shout of one of them cuts across fifty miles, it was