Novel & Cerita Warriors Cats Cake

of course am in the mood to bake," I reply in embarrassment, I hated when my mind went ahead of itself. Rose shook her head and smirked at me. Luckily she did not poke into the matter any further. The three of us worked together, well Kate and I worked while Rose gave us updates about pack secrets, who was dating who, and who broke who's heart. Kate talked about her wolf Zita and how she felt complete since she appeared. She could never imagine life without her wolf even though she loved her mate Mark so much. Rose talked about her struggles getting pregnant and how happy she was for me and Drake. By the time we finished baking, we had different cookie flavors cooling on the rakes, scones, A

“Do you think he’ll like it, Sammy?” Naya asked, her voice almost a hum as she gently petted the sleek silver siamese cat lounging on the kitchen counter. Sammy the cat blinked up at her, with his piercing blue eyes, then he hissed at her, and turned away. It's different. Naya smiled to herself, glancing down at the half finished decorated cake sitting on the kitchen counter. She’d stayed up all morning working on this cake for him. It was his favorite, a rich chocolate mousse layered with fresh raspberries and topped with a dusting of gold flakes. Naya sighed and went back to completing the cake.

She laughed, “Well it didn’t slip any of ours.” She went into the kitchen and brought out a big sheet cake with a black wolf in the center. It read, “Happy Birthday Zariah and Onyx.” I loved that she included my wolf in the message. I smiled, “Thank you so much. This is really sweet of you.” She handed a knife to me and I started slicing it. I gasped, “I love chocolate cake. Is that strawberries between the layers?” Grandma Izzy nodded, “Sure is. I made the whole thing from scratch.”

The electrical light fills the room, making us wince. “I baked it myself,” Catherine says, letting go of Raven’s hair as he leans closer to examine the cake. “I hope you’ll like it.” “Is there chocolate in it?” “Three kinds of it, yes.” He looks up and smiles at her. “Then I’ll like it.” “We’ll see in a minute,” she says. “But first, the presents! Would you sit there, please?” “Presents?” he says, emphasizing the last ‘s’, and gives me a somewhat flirtatious look as he moves to sit on the sofa. “As in ‘more than one’ kind of presents?...”