Curious Cat Rwby Novels & Stories

I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lenny replied immediately. "Our cat is a little princess. Just imagine how jealous the other cats would be if they rode back in a Maybach." I stared at this message, still reeling in disbelief. Even I, the owner, had never ridden in a Maybach. Yet, Lenny expected me to spend seven thousand dollars so my cat could ride in one? Seeing that I didn't reply, Lenny immediately sent a voice message. "Why aren't you replying? I'm doing you a favor here."

They laughed, “We’ll find out soon enough. We’ll give you once chance to say why you’re here?” “I’m looking for my missing friends, pretty dark haired girls, blue eyes,… sparking any memories?” The larger of the men spoke, “You won’t be finding no girls here.” “What about any information on them?” “You know what happened to the curious cat?” “Is that a yes?” questioned Raven slowly. “Get her boys, we’ll take her to the boss.” They started to surround Raven. “I thought the boss was dead,” responded Raven, was there someone above Bently? “Get her,” growled the wolf, his teeth beginning to elongate, must have hit a nerve.

This might have come out just now but she was going to take note of it anyways. They probably might have guessed she was Raven but what good would it do to them? That remains the question. "Who amongst you is Raven?" Alpha Rex asked throwing the cigarette butt on the floor and smashing it with his boot. "How bold of you! Do you think we would tell you just like that?" Kathryn gushed at the guy who was being proud for being an alpha. His beta walked over to his side and whispered something to his left ear. "Hmm Have you all perhaps sensed this all whole thing strange? Probably yes" Alpha Rex said

“Can any of you call him back? I turned to the other shifters. “We need to know more...does that work if he is in human form? How long does it last?” All our answers just ran out the door. “That is my little brother, Caleb.” A tall girl with beautiful blond ringlet curls said. “He is afraid you are all mad at him for making a mess. He wants to help and is sorry.” She turned to me. “He is just fourteen, he is just learning to control his cat.” With a few nods in the right direction, the more magical werecats had the room back in order. I turned to the girl and smiled.