Sleet Kitten Novels & Stories

“Ash blocked me within the hours of waking up. Do you think it’s an award for us, Maddox?” Oh, that was all about! Apparently, my lycan was overreacting as if he had given birth instead of Kitten. Sighing in relief, I rectified my lycan. “Look, Zeth. Doctors have guided us to be patient with Kitten’s sudden mood swings. She’ll be fine after taking a rest. Don’t worry!” “She won’t be fine!” Zeth snarled at me. “Are you dumb or pretending to be brainless, Maddox?

Rock bought food, food and water bowls, and a self cleaning litter box with litter that should last me forever with just one kitten. “Boy, sure knows how to say I’m sorry.” Sydney comments. I just walk to my room and get the kitten all sit up. “So, little one, do you like the name Pearl?” I ask it like it’s going to really respond. Once I have the kitten, sit I text Rock. River- The kitten was a nice try, but still didn’t help your cause. Rock- Never figured it would, but mark my words, River, I will wear you down.

she yells and comes toward me, all ready, her tail was hidden under her skirt, and her earls were hidden with a hair band, making her ears look like they were fake and slipped on. "Say bye-bye," I tell her ready to leave the house with her, a car was waiting for us, one of the pack mates is taking us to the school along with the rest of the pack members who were ready for school, it's only four in total, and kitten is only coming for the day. "Ready?" I ask her, holding her hand walking toward the school, toward our first class of the day.

“Who else?” She blushes then, looking down at the shadows in her lap, and his heart breaks clear in half. “All right,” she says slowly, after a minute, reaching out a finger to tap one kitten on the nose. “This one is Tempest, Storm of Dawn,” she murmurs, making Jesse’s face break into a wide grin. “And this one,” she says, moving her finger over to the next kitten, who sits up straight and looks eagerly up into her eyes, “is Mittens!”

This time, he focused on one slime only and made sure to scratch and pull, so it was like digging into the waters. The other slime was frantic, it didn't want to lose another sibling to this fearsome cat. So it tried to get closer to the other slime that was currently stunned from how much liquid was torn from it. But Usha didn't give it any chance to get closer. He scratched and scratched, sometimes he bit into them and pulled chunks of their liquid out. Orange sticky liquid was everywhere around them, the kitten had torn them out so much that they decreased in size, unable to heal each other.

she giggled and ran off, while Amber just chuckled. Amber cleared her throat to draw his attention, and Axel turned, his eyes widening slightly on seeing her. He gulped. If this wasn’t temptation, he didn’t know what is. That moment, he knew this little kitten of his was trouble.

It mewed again and made its way across the floor to Dillon, where it proceeded to rub itself against his leg. “There you are,” Dillon smiled as he bent down to pick up the cat. Well, it looked more like a kitten, actually. It was beautiful, a cute little fluffy Siamese kitten with light gray fur and striking blue eyes. The cat purred as Dillon affectionately stroked its head. “Cassandra, meet the Magical Ms. Mistoffelees. Or just Stoffs for short.” “She’s adorable,” I said, taking a step towards him. He passed me the kitten and it purred. “That’s quite the name,” I teased.

Poor kitten! “What are you doing in this heavy rain…. Cute kitten” I asked, when I’m about to take it in my hands it cowered away from me. It’s having difficulty in moving its leg. I slowly patted the cat head and took it in my hands. Suddenly rain stopped falling on me I looked up and saw a hand holding an umbrella on my head. I followed the hand and saw it was Karthik. He wore a grey button down shirt with black jeans.

I peck Damian's cheek as he held me close. "Deal. Just give me a few minute while I change into something formal." I pull away running into my closet excitedly. Damian's POV It didn't take long as our kitten came down in a white trouser emphasizing her hips and plump behind, leopard top with furry collar neck and a matching leopard shoe. She didn't even have to try hard to look good, she is just perfect and amazing. Her kinky curls flowing past her shoulders, her accessories simple, her makeup mild as usual. One thing I realised about her is she love being simple especially on her face. I remember one time I asked her about it.

“Here you go, sweetie. Just be careful; it can break easily.” “Okay!” she replies, her voice bubbling with excitement as she gently places the box on the floor. With a slow and deliberate motion, she opens it, and her face lights up in disbelief. “Oh… for real?” “Yep,” her mom confirms, a proud grin spreading across her face. “She’s a purebred ragdoll and twelve weeks old. We’ve got bowls, food, and everything you’ll need set up in the kitchen.” With trembling hands, Dawn lifts the fluffy gray kitten from the box, cradling it close to her chest. “Oh, thank you so much! Look, Will, isn’t she precious?”