Werecats Breed Novels & Stories

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

Kat shrugged. “Werecats are different. Wolves mate for life with just one mate.” She looked at me and then gave a concessionary smile. “Well, usually one. You’re kind of an exception. Werecats mate multiple times throughout our lifetime but only for a short season, then we become solitary until the next mating season where we find a new mate.” She lapsed into silence. I felt that there was more to the story, especially with how protective Griz was over her, but it was her story to tell. I could wait.

Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures. The myth that cats have multiple lives exists across the world. No one exactly knows where the expression came from, but it has been around for centuries. But do cats actually have nine lives? No! Cats have one life just like any other living creature, most people would say. Cats. Interesting lovely creatures. They're probably the most independent pet out there. They can withstand falls and other serious accidents without being fatally wounded, which is perhaps where the saying ‘a cat has nine lives’ actually comes from.

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”

Charlotte asked trying to figure out the reason behind her wolf’s wish. “Just trust me. Write it.” Her wolf snapped. Worried that she’d anger her more, Charlotte quickly put ‘fairies’ below ‘werewolves’ but she didn’t think that they were fairies amongst the species in her. She flipped the pages of the book again after her wolf’s weird behavior. The page opened to that of ‘werecats’. Charlotte was surprised at that. Werecats…huh! There’s no way that this is real, she thought to herself.

Taking a deep breath, he wondered why he could not detect the presence of a werecat. “It’s a blocker and shampoo, ” the postal worker admitted, seeing Wyatt’s confusion. “I’m mated to a Donskoi; I think you call them pila.” “It’s a breed of hairless dog…” Wyatt explained. “Same with Donskoi, but a cat.”

They wouldn't stop tickling. Something brushed against my side and I glanced up to see a beautiful calico wolf. The overall color was brown, with blonde and orange patches mixed in. I had never seen such a gorgeous dog in my life. I couldn't help but wonder if the calico cat law applies to the canines, too. It was rare to see a calico cat that wasn't female. Most of the time, a "calico" male cat was a "tortoise". "Hey, Lil!" I shouted above the music.

Very few have seen the true color of fur form, ad if they have nobody has said anything. Tawny’s feline emerges from behind the tree. Her feline’s size never ceases to amaze me, bigger than one would expect with deep black, velvety fur. A long tail that bushes at the end with a spray of orange. Her ears are large and more pointed than a normal werecat’s, also tipped with orange fur. Her paws a big and wide with sharp claws, perfect for climbing with. She was different and beautiful, unique and exquisite.

And Blake is more extensive than me, so chances are whatever is out there might turn satisfied after eating him. "Werecats are wilder and much more savage than us werewolves. They can't be spoken or reasoned with, all they crave is blood, and they never hunt alone." "C-Cats who don't hunt alone?" My day is only getting worse. Blake nods. "They are like lions." I gulp and tap Blake meaningly on the back, causing him to spin around with his eyebrows heightened. I'm feeling like a kid looking up at their parent and expecting them to act as my shield.

A woman with black hair and hazel eyes walked up to us with a big smile. "Hi! Welcome to Paws & Claws. How can I help you?" "We're looking for a cat for this cutie here." Wren smiled and waved at the woman. "What kind do you want, pumpkin?" She opened the little gate and let us walk in. The kittens and bigger cats crowded around us, meowing and purring.