Novel & Cerita The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Alley POV: The next morning, I woke up a little groggy and sore. Next time I have an encounter with rogues I need to make sure I don't drink alcohol. Nonetheless I dragged my feet towards my bathroom and sat under the hot water letting it soak into my skin. I remembered the small dream I had. Who was that woman? What did she mean when she said it's almost time? She seemed a little familiar. As I let the thoughts of the dream drift away thinking back on the way Stephen’s wolf looked in my opinion was rather odd. Most alpha males have a solid color wolf; his was white and black. I wondered what that was about.

She knew she had a liking for her new nanny. “Tomorrow, an hour max.” he finally agreed, his voice nearly groaning. He was displeased and worried while June and Kiah were excited like youngsters on their way to the ice cream van. June missed feeling alive like a child, Kiah wanted to explore her childhood. Just then White’s phone lit up with a small message, his facials hardened the moment he read it before turning to June. “Did you touch anything in my office?” he inquired and all June could hear suddenly was her thrashing heartbeat while she tried to remain calm on the surface.

*meow* She literally jumped when she heard the voice of a cat. ‘ Oh good lord!’ She breathed out in relief when she saw a cat. It was a white cat with blue eyes, a typical rich people cat..it was clear by its clean fur that it wasn't a stray cat. And surprisingly the cat recently gave birth. Her body was still swollen from the barbies she held inside it. “ You scared me, you little pretty thing!” she smiled. “ What are you doing here in the dark?”

But then, that figure caught my eye. It was Gwen. She had no idea I was up above. With just a soft clicking sound of her tongue, a whole different world appeared—emaciated stray cats pouring out from the thick bushes to surround her. Seeing them, her expression changed completely. The sharp, cold exterior she usually wore instantly melted away, giving way to a pure, gentle warmth. Early sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting down on her sparkling eyes and the corners of her lips curving into a gentle smile as she leaned down to stroke each creature.

The cedars are very interesting this morning, apparently. Our white cat, Anya, who Kir picked out at the shelter in February because she "looked like she was very discerning” is on the windowsill behind me watching this entire transaction with the dispassion of someone who decided long ago the dog is beneath her notice. I take a sip of the coffee. Still too hot. I burn my tongue. I swear, quietly, at the cedars, the dog, the sock, and the cat, in that order. "You are losing this fight, lyubov."

*Julia* The morning light stung Julia’s eyes as she sat up. It had not been an easy night because of the pain. But, sleep or not, it was time to get to work. “Mew,” The white cat grumbled as Julia got up. He yawned and stretched out his legs before sitting up to watch her. “I’m glad someone at least got to sleep.” Julia scratched his head to get a purr out of him. He begged for more, but Julia couldn’t waste any more time.

Luxstay looked closely, didn't agree, that cat was beautiful, but cute, still his treasured pearl was cuter. White cats are very clean, unlike feral cats, they must have run out of the house. Luxstay and Emma did not leave, trying to find a way to help it find its owner, but have not come up with any results, its owner appeared, said thank you to the two and took the white cat home. Emma's eyes were always fixed on that cat, until she disappeared, then she regained her gaze. "Do you like cats?" Luxstay asked. Emma thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes."

He used his claws to scratch the opponent's chest. Ezra repeatedly scratched, disorienting the opponent, and then threw himself on top of him. Ezra won with sharp, clawed front paws resting on his opponent's black fur. "We're even." The leader of the assassin group stood up, shook his black fur gently to brush away the dust on his body, and spoke. "Winning is winning." Ezra knew that the opponent had yielded to him, so he did not want to admit that he had won, but he still did not understand what the opponent meant.

"So it is a cat?" Mina took a step back, looking at the white cat in front of her. Ignoring the wariness in the big white cat's eyes, Mina knelt down to hug the big white cat. "Meow~ meow~" Yan only identified the shoveling officers as the housekeeper and Lina, and Mina's strange aura made her very uncomfortable. I stroked the big white cat's tail, and just stepped on it. Mina gently stroked his hair comfortingly.

They were all beasts of the Emperor’s Realm, yet in the presence of this small white cat, they possessed neither the strength nor the ability to fight or flee from it. “Hey, you’re all afraid of me. I haven’t even hit you yet. Relax and stop kneeling in front of me!” said the white cat in a calm voice, too lazy to even move to look at them. None of the kneeling beasts dared to answer, but deep down, they felt a bit of resentment after hearing the little cat’s words. Which one among them hadn’t been struck by that white cat? Even before those who attacked, there were beasts who had attacked and ended up pulverized in the little white cat’s hands.