Warriors Cats Cake Novels & Stories

The black and white theme worked with little highlights of gold here and there. A spread of food and treats lined one wall with the three-tier cake with its white frosting and black cutouts of wolves racing up to the top tier where a custom moon topper sat saying ‘Prince or Princess.’ The bakery chef and I are the only ones that know the top layer of the cake contains candies that will reveal the genders. I have had to do my best to keep the knowledge safely stored in a far corner of my mind where André wouldn’t find it. I want him to be as surprised as everyone else when Alec and Crista cut into the cake. The party, of course, was a huge success.

Mary, one of Cat's colleagues, sat on the next-door chair and chewed with relish on the sweet, sticky mass. “Thanks for organizing, Cat. That was great! ”Mary grinned, her cheeks cluttered. “And the cake is just great. White chocolate buttermilk, mmmmhhh. ”Another fork disappeared into her mouth. Mary was a little cheerful and loved to eat whatever you could tell by looking at her. Her kind, plump face and auburn hair did not reveal her age in her mid-thirties, however. "You're welcome," said Cat, and meant it. To help wherever she could, she had become an inner need.

Cato, however, sat quietly at the other end of the table. After the pizza, I went around the table serving the dessert. When I reached Cato, I ruffled his hair. “Thanks, Mom,” he said as I handed him a slice of the cake. “Why do we get cake today, Mama?” Stefano asked. I glanced at Leo with a heavy breath. “Because today is special,” Leo said. “You were far too little to remember, but your big brothers and sisters might.” “Today is the day we won the war,” Lili chirped.

Then he was off again, and I followed behind him like I was some loyal pup. After a short walk, we found a quiet spot near the shops where he shared with me some of the Welsh cakes he had just brought. They were sweet and looked to be a cross between a cookie, a scone, and a pancake, but they were truly unlike any of these things in taste and texture. They almost crumbled and melted in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but let out a pleased moan of pleasure.

"Your mother?" "Yes. Open it." I undid the string and lifted the lid. Inside, individually wrapped in wax paper, were several dense cakes, of a dark golden color, sprinkled with sugar. Scottish Shortbread. A broad, involuntary smile spread across my face. "Aww, Mark! Are you Scottish?" The idea of the serious Mark having roots in the Highlands was unexpectedly charming.

After siring 18 princes, the current king, Henry Barton, finally sires me, his first princess. On the day of my birth, Father vacates the entirety of West Tower to be my personal place of residence. Not only that, but he also changes the rules, decreeing that no one is allowed to be alone with me. As a result, I remain mute even after I turn six. Father's new consort, Elizabeth Muller, is showered with love and attention even though she only moved into the castle three months ago. The first time we meet, she takes my hand and says, "You're so well-behaved, Princess Julia. Let me take you to look at the fish." After making sure that we're alone in the garden, she grips my wrist. Her smile

“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.

I dipped a finger in the flour and placed it on Vince's little nose. "Your daddy is a silly one." "Hahaha!" We finally succeeded in making the cake without blowing up the kitchen. It was supposed to look like a cat but it looked like it came out of a horror movie inside. Vince studied the cake with wide eyes, "Is this what a kitty looks like?" "This is our version of a kitty," I explained, unable to help the blush of shame that filled my face. Vince stopped looking at the cake and instead stared at me. "Mama, we won't die if we eat this right?"

And on the other side, there was a wagon converted into a buffet with four amazing six tiered cakes. All four cakes were rustic themed but the bottom layers were blue, green, yellow, and a blush pink. Near the back entrance there were several tables covered with presents for the babies. Presents of all shapes and sizes, they were so thankful to belong to a pack as close and loving as the one they are the Queens of.

When he isn't snoring, he's bringing me a tray of food I didn't ask for. After tossing and turning for almost half an hour, I finally get up and reach for the tray. On it is a fine spread of spicy lamb chops, baked potatoes, and a chocolate cake that tastes like heaven. I make a mental note to thank Kate for the chocolate cake. She knows I have a weakness for it and I suppose she made it specifically to cheer me up.