Catscratch Novels & Stories

Iris POV. "He's a meanie," I tell Mathew did he train that rooster or something? He's really evil, he tried to eat me. "He is, but you are a strong kitten, aren't you, can you show me your scary face?" he asks me, I nod and try my best. "Grr," I say copying how he growls. "More baby, show your teeth," he says showing me how he does his growl, I copied him until I could do it, I'm a scary kitten.

"Here I am. Now, who's still got enough balls to try and catch me? Hell, to make it sporting, I'll even stay in my human shape." At first there was no answer, although Trent caught a flicker of movement at one of the intact windows. "Meow. Meow. Here, pussy-pussies. Are you all too busy chasing your tails?" Jaxon made more cat noises. Still nothing. What would he try next?

"But what happened out there is not something that can be easily forgotten. It was a dangerous situation and one that could have ended up with the three of you dead." A tear rolled down her cheek, and the baby kicked. Catalina smiled as she stroked her stomach, saying "See? She even knows it was a bad idea. I promise, baby. Mommy is going to make better decisions from here on out." Catalina laughed through her tears. "What exactly was that thing, by the way?" "It's a Deathstalker. Not to be confused with a species of scorpion found in Middle Eastern deserts." "What, now?" She giggled.

Celeste had left a bruise on her neck from choking her too hard. I clenched my teeth. I rushed over to Celeste and swiftly picked her up from the ground. There was this intense feeling inside me, a strong urge that I couldn't resist, and my claws elongated. "Please," Celeste pleaded and brushed her hair aside, revealing the marking bond around her neck. Seeing it made me refrain from immediately finishing her on the spot. My hand felt stiff and difficult to move. But I can't bear to see anyone harm Catrina. "No."

Instinctively, she took a step back. A white Persian cat, one eye blue, the other yellow, looked at her with great satisfaction. Felicia's snow-white hands held the little cat, and she smiled, "Why are you scared, third younger sister? This is the long-haired cat that Eldest Brother sent to me. Look, it's so cute!" Emma recognized this cat from her previous life; it was Felicia's beloved pet, a proud and stubborn creature that once scratched Phil's tiny hands, making them bleed.

Without hesitation, Frost said, "No, he's busier than both of us!" Bianca confidently said, "Lucas is an experienced cat lover. When he first arrived in Skyville and didn't have a place to stay, he lived in the yoga studio and also took care of the stray cats around the yoga studio, making some money. He even refrained from buying bottled water just to buy imported cat food for the stray cats. After gaining fame, he continued to donate to animal welfare organizations. Unlike other celebrities who only raise purebred cats, his cat was a rescued stray, a big orange tabby. His cat uses an electric litter box, and food bowl, and even has a shower and dryer, which makes its living conditions bett

Is he scared to sleep alone? "Look, I am not kidding... Those two... " Jeremy held her arm and Jacques looked at him. "...they hump like teenagers in heat all the time and Scar...she's loud... like really loud! You know her nickname is Kitty, right? She really makes cat-like noises...I'm not kidding!" he added, seeing her unimpressed face. "I know! I've heard it!" "Why were you listening?" Jacques asked with her face scrunched up in disgust. "That's a weird hobby you have... listening to your friends...Do you just listen or...eww!"

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

His fate had been sealed the moment he accepted the bet. “Fuck it,” he growled. He grabbed the phone and started typing. He picked the most generic female name he could think of—Sandra. Blonde hair, curvy, hot. A catfish dream. He must’ve committed mutiny in his past life. “How the hell am I supposed to find Wallace on here?” he asked. Aaron took a swig from his beer and grinned. “Mate, you’re 500 miles out at sea. Out of the ten guys close enough to ping, Wallace’ll be one of them.”

She tossed the cats to the ground and kicked them like balls. I panicked, but still tried to shield them. "They're just small, helpless cats! Don't hurt them!" Dominic stood over me, smirking cruelly. "Scarlett, I told you, didn't I? That you'd be begging at my feet someday."