Werecats Breed Novels & Stories

"It's alright," she said, though she didn't mean it. "Did you hear that, Code? Your name's not so bad after all. Funny how you still ignore me when I call you." Jack chuckled. "What kind of cat is he? He's huge," Jessie asked while stroking Code with open curiosity. "He's a Maine Coon. Also, Ronny bought me that fluffy, intimidating one over there with the blue eyes. That's a Siberian." Jack introduced the cats one by one.

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.

It looked at Winston tenderly, wagging its tail: "Meow?" Winston looked back at the cat with disdain: "You're so ugly. Get lost! Don't show up in front of me when I go to my sister's place tomorrow! Otherwise, I'll shave off all your fur!" With that, he turned and left the alley. Leaving behind the beautiful chinchilla cat with teary eyes, staring at his back and meowing, she didn't even know what she did wrong. The Chinchilla cat is a purebred Persian cat crossbred with a native South African cat to create the Chinchilla breed. One distinguishing feature that makes this breed very popular is their round, green eyes that look innocent and adorable.

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

Acat nodded. A few days ago, she would have wet her pants laughing at the absurd idea of shape-shifting. Now? Giant spiders, unexplained events, and vivid dreams of hunting on four legs. God, I hope this doesn't mean I'll end up craving Whiskas. "I'm a werecat. Is this like a werewolf thing, where I change on the full moon and howl, or meow, whatever it is cats do?" "First off, we are of a much higher caste than wolves. Second, we don't howl. We stalk. Silently."

need to hunt for food. But could someone tell me why you would need to hunt wolves? It’s certainly not for food. They aren’t bothering cattle, because there have been no reports of any cattle being hurt or killed by them. The wolves in this area eat small game and deer. How do we know this? You also have a couple werewolf packs living amongst you. You never knew that. Did you? Werewolves are the same way. We don’t die easily, but when we do, our bodies go back to being human. That’s also for the werehawks and the werecats in your area.” Then a child, around the age of ten asked, “Is my cat a werecat?” Chloe laughed, “No. Werecats are never the housecat variety. They are usually bobcats, lyn

Meanwhile, the few other mongrel cats at home would not require any specific breeding. Sonnia found Kater a pure bred female Siberian Husky for a mate, but Kater did not seem to show any affinity, it showed interest in a Norsk Skogkatt instead. Despite the Skogkatt being a male cat, Kater seemed to have fallen in love with it at first sight and was compelled to make a move on it. The owner of the Skoakatt had to step in to put a stern stop to such an unnatural union and introduced their very own Siberian Husky to Kater.

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

I see her eyes flick in my direction before returning to the lake in front of us before she asks. “The shift is the only thing scaring you, is it, sweetheart?” I lower my eyes and take a shuddering breath. “No, it’s not…” I take another shuddering breath and continue before she can ask. “WereCats are not like WereWolves. Werewolf females go into their heat after meeting their mate and when in heat they only want to mate with their mate, however, when a WereCat shifts she goes into her first heat and she doesn’t care who or what male mates with her as long as she gets the relief their touch and fluids supply…”