Cats Clans Novels & Stories

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

It felt as if they'd been traveling for days along the mountain's slopes. Birdpaw was beginning to understand the meaning of patience when she noticed how often the ThunderClan and RiverClan cats argued. Of all the cats who seemed to enjoy picking a fight, it was Oakfire and Acorntail. Birdpaw realized with a start that the two were probably clashing personalities, and Clan pride. She was more than annoyed with their bickering, and almost wished that they would both stuff a tail in their mouths for a change.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

His words silenced the elders. “We have lost many of our men. Several Predators died, and we are left with only a few Tigers. Domineering Tiger and Beastly Tiger are the only Tigers who escaped unscathed in battle today. All others are either dead or indisposed. Some have left the village. The only Predators we have left are Unbound Mongoose and Blistering Cheetah, who may be permanently injured by the looks of things. Tell me, against someone who can deal with the Resurrection Cat, which of these men stand a chance”

"Well, we only have four factions here. That includes the Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Werecats." "Werecats... I’ve never heard of them." "Well, you’d be surprised to know how many supernatural species actually exist. Werecats are quite similar to us Werewolves, except they don’t turn into the same cat species. Some can turn into lions, others tigers, and so forth, but they’re all big cats. I’m William, by the way. First year. And you...?" "Alex," I reply. "It’s my first year too." "Well then," he says. "I believe we’re going to be good friends. Come on, let me show you to the sleeping quarters. They’re upstairs. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping."