Riverclan Cat Novels & Stories

"Raven and I have been putting in a lot of training time." “Mika and I have also,” Noelle retorted. "Empress's superiority over you both must have slipped your minds," Catalina noted. "Let's all bet," Jacob said, "and the winner picks the punishment for the loser." Catalina and Noelle responded in unison, "You're on." The three of them located a tree, undressed, and transformed into their wolf forms. Jacob, wolf Raven, is a chocolate brown wolf with glowing green eyes. Noelle, wolf Mika, is a grey wolf. Her features include black stripes and striking yellow eyes. Finally, the Catalina wolf Empress is pure white, with baby blue highlights and radiant eyes. As they came out from behind the

Negroes hit different! I was so dead! Please keep it together. I said to myself as I ran after him. He was standing in front of the cottage looking at the door. I followed his eyes and hanging fom the door ppost was a dead cat. My heart broke into a thousand pieces and I was almost in tears as I walked to the door post and took the cat’s limp body in my hands, I looked at the cat and relief washed over me that was not my cat, River had a thin scar from a cut when she was two. I laid the cat slowly to the ground and then I pushed the door open, River wwas the first thing I saw and I ran to her and unbound her from the ropes that psycho used to tie her up. She meowed weakly.

There’s an old English proverb that states: "A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays". A common myth that we’ve all heard is that cats have nine lives. But where does this fiction of feline immortality actually come from? And why is it the number nine? Nine is considered a magical number, which could also be part of the reason cats are attributed with nine lives. Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures.

"Oh, the clicking? That's just me trying to identify hidden dangers or gatitos up the trees." "Wait, you are a dolphin? But, this is too inland for dolphins..." Come on, kitty, you can get there… "River dolphins. Pink dolphins!" She saw realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Kitty cats had very undisciplined facial expressions. "Holy shit! The legends. Witches. Encantado."

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

I counter, “everyone knows she’s the dominant in your relationship. And you’re just the little bitch.” River throws back his head and laughs in a mocking way. Though I don’t hear him deny the words I’ve spoken about his mate back home in Shadow Ridge. In the parking lot of a big rig friendly gas station, twenty miles outside of Camden, Indiana, he leans against the open truck door lazily. He’s the lightest of my cousins, his human skin a shade that refuses to darken much no matter how long he spends in the sun, long fire red hair, and freckled skin from his head to his toes. He’s leaner too, and shares no features with the other Ironclaw’s, so much it’s a long running family joke that he got

He made a prayer in second bracing himself, he saw a path in the bush and continued. Along the path he trudged, there were hundreds of huge bare shadowed trees deprived of leaves and fruits. The trees could be assumed dead but the black hard trunks puttered with cracks that released some brown slimy substance. He walked through and came across a stream, it extended further into the land to its opposite side like a delta. The land had mountains of its own, it was vast and dense. Suddenly, a herd of catamount strode towards the creek. Their heads were round and their bodies were covered in tiny black spots leaving the tops of their ears, long tails, and their noses bare-skinned. The alpha that

The cat asked, its eyes started to glittered with tears. Ming Yue felt that name was familiar and when she saw its teary eyes, she felt her heart ached. But why? why her heart ached for this black cat? She clearly remembered that she had never met this cat before. No, crossed that. She had never met a talking cat before. "I am Ling Mao from the Witch Clan!" The cat exclaimed. "The Witch Clan?!" All three people spoke in sync. Ghosts and evil spirits, heavenly beasts and now witch. Somehow Ming Yue encountered more and more mysteries of the world, yet.. somehow she had a feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg...

It was the first time he'd really appreciated the strange sensation of cool water, and he suddenly realized why RiverClan cats loved it so much. A rich diet of fish and forest animals had given RiverClan cats unique pelts that were designed for dwelling near the water. It usually slid off their backs when they went for a swim around the creek or even the shallow end of the lake. Reedpaw heard this story more times than he cared to count from Ripplecloud.