Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Cake

I was single, and successful, and most of all, everyone knew my name, Eros West. One day off would not take away from any of these things. "What're doing fro breakfast, Princess?" I asked. She meowed, and turned her head away from me. Of course she did, she knew what she was having. I set her down and got up from the chair. "Some wet cat food for you," I said as I opened a can of Tiki Cat and poured it into her food bowl, before filling her water bowl at the kitchen sink and settling it next to her food. "And some stuffed waffles for daddy." I washed my hands, and brought out a pack of dry waffles mix from the cupboard.

Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop. Word spread among my coursemates: Scarlett had gone mad, struck by a disease that would kill her if she were without cats. I didn't care. All I wanted was to protect my two precious cats. Over time, I grew accustomed to this punishing lifestyle. Then, Luna became pregnant—and gave birth to a little snow-white bundle. I named the kitten Snowy. The true little demon had arrived. … I had never seen a cat so white. So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison.

So, I triple my usual recipe. As soon as the pancakes are done and the stovetop is turned off, I hear the doorbell ring with a visitor's arrival; I make my way over to the front of the house, opening the blue wooden door to see Abby standing there accompanied by four Warriors. The giant, burly Warriors are each holding a bag and boxes with “Laina’s stuff” written on them in black Sharpie. “Morning, girl. Do I smell.. pancakes?” Abby grins as she pulls me in for a long hug. The Warriors head inside, taking my things up the stairs. I tell them to leave everything in the master bedroom before ordering them all to leave.

The clubhouse smelled like cheap beer, gunpowder, and birthday cake — a combination that shouldn’t have worked but somehow did. Scarlett stood in the center of the room, her dark curls bouncing as she jumped up and down, her blue eyes wide with anticipation. The Warriors had gone all out — streamers in her favorite shade of purple draped from the rafters, a lopsided cake with too much frosting, and a pile of presents stacked near the pool table. But it was the last gift that had everyone’s attention.

“He’ll be over later, he said. Now… to Alice, the wolf among sheep.” “Oh, I like that, but I prefer lioness among jackals,” I winked, raising my glass. “To the lioness.” We sipped our cider before Arlington opened the box he had brought, revealing my favorite cake. It was a vanilla cake layered with chocolate and coconut cream, dusted with coconut flakes. “Oh, you remembered!” “How could I forget?” “Delicious. This is exactly what I needed tonight.” The ringing of my doorbell echoed in the apartment as we both paused. It rang again, and I shrugged, assuming it was Adam back early from his shift.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

The one is a sword, and the eight is two throwing stars stacked on top of each other. I feel a warmth in my chest at the thought that went into it. The cake is very simple. It’s a rectangle with light yellow frosting, and small delicate gold swirls around the sides of each layer. There’s 18 candles in front of the figure on the top layer, with a very simple “Happy Birthday Raven” on the top of the lower tier that borders the top. “Thank you everyone. It smells delicious, but it’s almost too beautiful to eat.” The omegas that worked on it beam from my praise.

I start walking back to the kitchen, hearing Coco sigh and mumble something under his breath, "Caramel!" "Here!" When I'm in, the first thing I see are the cakes on the counter before I turn to the male wearing a brown apron with some flour around his face, "F-Five cakes?" Each of them were of three colours. Red, White, Yellow, Dark brown and Light brown. "Velvet, Angel cake, Chocolate, Creme and Vanilla." He says proudly before seeing the look on my face and cowering a bit, "I-I didn't know which one you preferred and I thought that one cake wouldn't be enough, considering how you eat."