Future Telling Cat Novels & Stories

" When did you find out that I was the girl that was supposed to kill but ended up falling for? " " That's a tricky question. " " No judgment zone ." " Curiosity. " " This cat lived to tell the tale ." " Okay .I will come clean." ©#KCMmuoe

He grimaced, “Please. I don’t need to know about your sex life.” “And I didn’t really want to know about yours either,” I said. “But you were stupid enough to get caught fucking a girl whose parents know who you are, where you live, and who your parents are because she is from your future pack. Something that when you meet your Luna, you will come to deeply regret. Take it from me. They won’t enjoy meeting people that were in your bed before them.” Cato sighed, “Mom already said.” “... You also need to know a few things,” I said. “Firstly, pre-cum.”

We both just make ourselves a bowl of cereal and eat it, and by the time we're done, it's already nine PM. "Come, let's watch telly a bit and then we can go sleep." Theo smiles, but just then a beautiful big cat comes by and I'm sold. "Oh my god, is this yours?" I ask, completely in awe of the fluffy white cat. I stand up and slowly approach it, holding my hand in front of me so that she could sniff it and see I'm not dangerous. "Yeah, that's Snow White." he replies and the kitty scratches her big head against my hand and behins to purr.

“You better hope that I can pull this off, Beans. Otherwise you’re stuck with us dogs.” The cat just hissed. I sighed. SO HE CAN FEEL LIKE HE BELONGS. THEN MAYBE HE’LL LET ME PET HIM. Her message took longer to type this time, and the little bubbles disappeared twice before my phone finally buzzed again. BUT HE DOESN’T BELONG THERE. IT’S HIS CAT EQUIVALENT OF A HALFWAY HOUSE. LIKE, WHEN HE TELLS HIS LIFE STORY LATER THIS WILL BE THE ROCK-BOTTOM TURNING

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.

Alan was going to be a father. "So how am I supposed to tell him? should I plan something?" Hazel asked. Ema immediately grabbed Hazel’s hands, fully entering planning mode. “Yes. Obviously.” She said like it was the most important mission of their lives. “This man planned an entire terrace date with fairy lights for you. You cannot just casually say ‘hey by the way, you reproduced.’” Hazel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Ema.” “I’m serious!” Ema pointed dramatically before suddenly gasping.“WAIT.”

Plus, night wear and an outfit for tomorrow. Cat grabbed what she needed and headed for a shower. She needed to snap out of her mood. She had her babies to think about and if the scientists were all correct, they would be feeling exactly what she was feeling. Which couldn’t be good for them. Cat stripped off all her clothes in the bathroom, putting the dirty clothes in the wash bin sitting next to the vanity. Cat looked in the mirror. Her eyes were still swollen and red from crying. Cat Purposely looked away from the evidence of her crying and focused instead on her belly, rubbing her hands over her larger everyday stomach. She really didn’t know how she still had months to go. Feeling their

I saw that Flynn had sent me a ton of messages. Flynn: "We trained all day today, and I just got my phone back. You're not mad I didn't text earlier, right?" Flynn: "I did really well in training. I'm totally gonna win the championship at the next competition." Flynn: "Look, I found this kitten by the side of the road. Isn't it cute? It's just like you." Flynn: "Didn't you say you've always wanted a cat? When I'm back after training is over, we'll go to the pet store and pick one you like."

A future that none of us could predict. It was strange. It was complicated. It was terrifying. It was also, somehow, exactly where I was supposed to be. We stayed in the park for hours. Not talking about anything important—just talking. Kael told stories about his pack, about growing up as the alpha's son, about the first time he shifted and accidentally destroyed his family's kitchen. Caspian shared fragments of his past—courts he'd attended, wars he'd survived, books he'd loved. I told them about foster homes and libraries and the year I spent convinced I could communicate with cats (Elinor still refuses to confirm or deny).

The caption reads: ‘Found a stray tonight. Thinking of calling him Trouble. Fitting, right?’ Trouble. The irony is razor sharp. There’s another message below it. ‘Thanks for today, Mr Wintermere. The messages are creeping me out. I feel better that someone else knows.’ Her words settle somewhere deep, too deep. It’s just a cat. Just a stupid, innocent cat. But that she’s sharing it with me, trusting me, it’s like a punch to the ribs. My thumb moves before I can stop it, and I type back: