The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post Novels & Stories

“And those green eyes of yours' are giving me some tingling down there,” she said while pointing at her lower. He automatically looked down towards her lower. He smirked as he saw her condition .... he raised his gaze meeting again with her's He tranced his fingers on her cheeks as he questioned .... "What's your name?" She just loved the way his fingers touched her and she added ... "Cat!" He chuckled and added ..."you are a cat!" Kate nodded in her dizzy condition .... his thumb went down caressing her lip as he added "well right now a hungry kitten

Felix said under his breath. If I could roll my eyes I would but instead I turned to the moon that now hung high in the sky Illuminating its bright white light down on us. I lifted my snout to the sky letting out a powerful howl causing others in the area to bowel back in response. “They’re all acknowledging her as Luna.” Axel said proudly. “Oh course they are, we are a powerful white wolf, the goddess’s favorite.” Sage said snickering. I wanted to play around with my mates for a bit and make them chase me.

Her white dress lay in tatters around her, and in the midst of it stood a Great White Wolf. The wound in her chest had completely healed and she was looking as strong and as radiant as ever. Her white fur gleamed, and Logan noticed that the crescent tattoo on her shoulder was completely gone. Aella pawed the ground and snarled at the onlookers, her amber eyes glowing like golden balls. Then she looked to the side where Logan stood, and he heard her, strong and brave through their mind link. Thank you.

Lily stood behind Elias, tugging at his shirt and asked worriedly. The ancient wolf now bared sharp teeth and long sharp claws, leaning forward. It scratched its claws at Elias, who raised his arm covered in hard steel to support it. The sound of claws and steel from Elias's arm made anyone who heard it freeze. Lily covered her ears while her body was still shaking. Elias pushed Lily backwards, his body now as fast as lightning, rushed to the wolf's body, took the wolf by the side, stabbed it in the arm. From the wolf's biceps, blood spurted out, splattering on the ground.

Black like Ren. Ren was black. So black that if it weren’t for the light of the moon, I’m not sure I would be able to find him by sight. It was like a type of shield for camouflage fit for the perfect warrior wolf. I realize in my perusal that he was black almost all over, except the tips of his ears matched the brown in Nate, and there were little specs of white on his chest. White patching Nate’s paws. White like Nessa’s white. Like me.

There was a guard before her father's study, and the guard began to say something to her, but she ignored him and walked inside to her father sitting on his desk, scratching with his pen, leaving inked words on a document. "You mustn't go," Anna said and felt the hand of the guard behind her. Her father looked up at her, and curtly nodded, the guard released his hold of her and withdrew out of the room. Lord White, they called him. He was the only man Anna knew who did things rationally, acting on patience, and true justice. His leadership on Crest Hill after all had kept the people from the notorious Baron's men. But now, the Baron's men seemed more persistent, and were beginning to ask so

White. ‘Since there is a bite in the corner of his mouth today, President Moore and Ms. Whist must have… How can I ask such a silly question?’ But Skyler didn’t feel embarrassed at all. He reached out to touch the bite in the corner of his mouth with his thumb and then explained, "It was probably… scratched by Whitie." As Skyler spoke, a tender expression flashed across his face. Yale knew that Skyler had a cat named Whitie, because it was he who bought the cat food, cat climbing frame, and so on.

I swallow and back away. "Hey, kitty, go away," I hiss, grabbing the nearest utensil. A fork. Ready for a fight if it comes to it. The cat's eyes don't leave; they scrutinize me with interest. "Go away," my voice sounds strangled. 'It's… lovely,' my wolf comments. The cat has white fur, like snow. It's lean and tall, with big golden eyes. I carefully tip around the counter, away from it, but its eyes follow me.