Riverclan Cat Novels & Stories

The journal hints at a forbidden ritual to break the curse—but it involves calling the river spirit directly. With the help of Maeve and Alara’s journal, Evelyn performs the ritual under the blood moon. The river rises unnaturally. Mist wraps around her like fingers. The spirit—neither man nor beast—emerges, cloaked in water and shadow. It offers Evelyn a choice: become the river’s keeper and end the cycle, or refuse and let another die in her place.

She asked. Neither of us knew what to say to that. Of fucking course, we want her. She looked like she was about to start crying again because we were taking too long to answer. “Kitten, what is this about?” I asked. “Earlier today I noticed that Raven had marked Cat. Cat explained that it was normal for mates to mark each other pretty much as soon as they find each other and can get some alone time.” She answers. “I’ve been here for a month now, and you two are marked, but….” She started to say.

She had the most perfectly manicured fingers. “I am not sure if we have met,” I said, shaking her hand. “No, I just got here a few moments ago,” she said. “Missed out on the wedding as well. I am Catalina, daughter of Alpha Juan of BlackRiver pack,” I frowned. I have heard of the BlackRiver pack before. “If I am not wrong, BlackRiver is the pack Asher went to train. In Spain?” I mumbled. Catalina nodded, the smile still lingering on her perfect full lips.

And every head turned. Ember, the charcoal kitten, crawled out of Raven's robe. She stretched and yawned. Then she trotted across the stone floor, her tiny claws clicking, and curled up against my feet. Right against my bare ankles. She began to purr. Raven looked like she was praying for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. I looked down at the kitten and it looked up at me. Then I heard Cressida curse under her breath. "Shit."