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His fur sizzled with smoke and a burnt patch of fur was under his jaw. He shook himself and the fur fell to the ground, turning to cinders. The pendant wouldn't let him touch it. His eyes glowed bright as he tried to heal the patch but it didn't work. He looked at me angrily and charged. He was faster than lightning– the Sapphire was enhancing his speed–and I had no idea when he smacked me with his paw. I felt a bone in my neck crack and I was on the floor. In a blur, all I could see were paws and claws going at my skin, tearing my fur and ripping my flesh.

He realized Liam was probably going through an identity crisis and opening up whatever this was would lead the dude into a mental spiral they didn't need before a game. Instead, he said with a soothing voice, "you should rest Cap. Big game tomorrow, remember?" Liam didn't respond, instead, he groaned deeply and dropped backward onto the mattress, covering his eyes with one forearm as if hiding from the revelations. "This is a nightmare." Raphael chuckled softly, the sound low and surprisingly warm. "It'll probably feel less dramatic tomorrow." "I seriously doubt that." "I know." More silence followed, comfortable in its way despite the circumstances. After a long while, Raphael stood up from

She hoped the maids had given Mocha some food to eat. What a bad mama she was; she hadn't taken care of Mocha. She got off the bed and walked out of the room. She looked around the passageway but couldn't find anyone. So she made her way to her room. Getting to her room, she found that her room was shattered and the bed had been torn to pieces. In a panic frenzy, she called out for her cat. She was sure Roxie had done the damage to her room. "Mocha?" She called out.

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."

Katerina Somehow, though I know I had awful nightmares, I don't wake up with the usual migraine. Historically, after terrible nights, I'm wrecked the next morning. This time, I wake up with a cartoonish, cat-like stretch that makes my body sing. It's because of him. My attention goes to my bed, the spot Sasha sat while he cradled me against himself. Sasha chased the demons away. I didn't even know that was possible. Throwing open my curtains, I recoil at the bright sun. Then I see the clock on my dresser.

Rebel chuckles. “Oh, that is just Mystique. She is Harmony’s Patger. Panther cross tiger. Don’t be scared of her. She is a big softy at heart. Just look at her like a giant house cat.” She says, and I can’t take my eyes off the cat. She is beautiful. “Hey momma.” We both stop and see Harmony walking towards us with Melody at her side as Maverick pushes the pram. “Oh sweetie, what are you doing here?” Rebel asks her as she walks closer to her daughter and hugs and kisses her before she kisses Maverick on her cheek and scoops Melody up in her arms.

~Siesta Valley~ The man who ruled the whole of Dream clan and sheltered all sorts of creatures in his realm, was being restless since the day his plan to end Emerald’s life had failed miserably. Everyday, a guard or maid, sometimes more than one poor souls were loosing their lives, only because of his wrath and anger, which had no leaps and boundaries. The only one who made him calm was Alfie, his cat of Rare and exotic Ashera breed, which was

Lance asked Asher. “Yes. They are just a bunch of fools who think they can fight the mate bond which I know they will stop once they meet their mates,” Asher said dismissively. “I don't think so. They are not out to joke. Pam just rejected Dr Pat,” I said. “Pam? You mean Torrent's sister?” Asher was surprised. “Yes. Who is leading this group of girls?” I asked. “It is a female called Feline. From what I gathered, she lost her mate three days after she met him, and since then, she has been mateless. I thought they were just jokers, so I never paid them any attention,” Asher said, bewildered.

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

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