Judgement Cat Novels & Stories

"The assessment is complete. Seven days have passed. We have observed your choices, your actions, and your growth. Now judgment must be rendered." "We're ready," I said, though my voice sounded strange in this non-space. Hollow and full at once. "Are you?" The second Arbiter…the one I'd mentally designated Keeper-of-Balance based on its particular focus during observations… moved closer without moving. "Do you understand what judgment truly means? Not just for yourselves, but for all Entity vessels across your world?"

“I have reviewed all testimony and evidence carefully. This case presents competing medical judgments, both well-reasoned.” Alex stopped breathing. “I have reached my decision.” The courtroom felt like it tilted. Judge Morrison adjusted her glasses. “In the matter of Catherine Rose Wolfe-Moretti, I rule as follows—” And Alex’s world narrowed to the space between those words and whatever came next.

Ejay's self-judgment, shrouded in bitterness and a skewed sense of justification, shielded him from the deeper truth—an inability to recognize the impact of his decisions on others or to accept accountability. As the weight of the courtroom's judgment loomed over him, Ejay's inner judgment remained entrenched in his perceptions, a narrative that absolved him of culpability, a narrative that shielded him from the depths of his own responsibility. It was a judgment colored by his own distorted lens, a lens that refused to acknowledge the gravity of the truth, leaving him isolated within the confines of his own justifications. As Deep stood before the court, the weight of the past etched visibl

Sweat slides down between my shoulder blades despite the chill in the hall. Dorran takes a step nearer. "You are a dangerous thing to leave ungoverned," he says quietly. I smile without humor. "Then stay away from me." The silver lines around the floor brighten. The younger judge looks down at his ledger and writes. Veyr lifts one hand. "Let the record show that the claimant has declined customary posture during scent judgment." "Let the record show that I am standing," I say. The younger judge does not look up. "The record will reflect refusal."

The Cartwrights were undoubtedly going to win after James's poor performance. Then, Becca, spoke, and for the life of me, I actually had hope. That woman had gumption, something I could appreciate. That speech clearly moved the jury. Hell, it moved me, and I wasn't even a mother. Couldn't be. Sterile, no lover, no interest. As I entered the house, my mood brightened just a little. I felt something bump my leg, and I smiled, looking down to see a small black cat purring as loudly as a lawnmower. Chuckling, I picked the cat up, holding him close to my chest.

Nonetheless, beneath the messy black hair, somewhere deep within his pair of dark brown eyes was sparkling with an enchanting gentleness. “What happened to her?” Catherine felt lost and helpless to see the adorable cat suffering. “What do you think?” Shaun glared at her with rage in his eyes. “She’s a cat but you’ve been feeding her trash. Do you seriously think her stomach can handle it?” She felt utterly remorseful. She had seen stray cats before that ate almost anything they could find on the streets. This was why she thought cats had a strong digestive system. “I’m sorry.” “I won’t let you off the hook if something bad happens to Fudge!”

They all yelled out with no pity, cursing the werecat. Now I was beginning to feel sorry for the Alpha cat. Does he deserve this punishment? The Werecat was placed at the center of the arena, ready for execution. The Queen signaled the guard, who was going to behead the Werecat, to step forward and carry out the judgement. The latter had a golden sword in his hold, walking towards the Alpha. “I… I can’t. I can’t watch this.” I turned away, afraid to witness this gruesome punishment. Cadell noticed the fright in my eyes. He had to comfort me, so I won’t picture the execution, but mom wanted me to watch.

2 zoom-in Three minutes later, a verdict popped up in bold: “Contract null and void due to coercion and age limitations. However, partial compensation owed for services rendered.” Kimura gawked. “This cat understands arbitration law?!” Daifuku gave a single, dignified lick to his paw. His collar bell gleamed in the moonlight—subtly etched with: “Meow & Associates – Legal Affairs for the Young and Pawsitive”

With a sigh, I put him down and he ran off, exiting the dining room. Catherine chuckled, which made me glare at her. She laughs? In this situation? “Calm down. I only need this. He stole it from my jewelry box–” “Still, he does not deserve to be beaten like that!” “Don't act like you've already gone through motherhood.” My jaw clenched as I looked away. “Oh, you did?” I smirk at her sarcastic tone. I know she knows what I have gone through. “Whether I was or not, humans can distinguish what’s right and wrong, but animals can't. Tell me, Catherine, are you the latter part?”

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° " it is just an illusional vision, are you sure it is true," Beta Mato asked. "Don't you trust my judgment, if it is not true, what makes you think I will say it here so confident, am a priestess for crying out loud, I don't give false visions." I answered him, pissed by what he just said, why were they douthing my judgment when they are supposed to be worried for the princess and thinking of how to control it. The elders turned to the king to know what he has to say concerning this matter, but he just signed and looked at the priestess saying