Matching Cat Pfp の小説・ストーリー

I moved some of his matted hair from his forehead. Mate is so handsome. Nera purred. WTF? Are you a cat? No, I am not a feline. She said with distain. Seriously, your purring makes me think that you’re a cat. I snorted. I am NOT a feline and it’s not a purr, it may sound like one but it’s not. She corrected. Okay, so what is it? I asked. It’s hard to explain, I guess you could call it a chuff. Okay, whatever it still sounds like a purr to me. I rolled my eyes.

Oh my lord. He's friend requested me. And follow requested me. I'm a grown ass woman, currently laying on my bed, grinning from ear to ear, because a guy wants to follow me on I*******m. You're in trouble. My panther teases as I scroll through the pictures on his I*******m profile. He mostly has pictures of nature, but there's a couple of selfies and a good shirtless picture of him. I stare at that one for a moment too long.

Rub his face, he returns home. Laying on the bed, he stares at the ceiling blankly. He scrolls his phone, and suddenly he stops at one account, requesting his approval. The picture is a white cat with big round green eyes. That cat somehow looks like certain someone that he knows. Fragile, cute, and soft from the outside look. But it also fierce, and do not forget that they too had claws that can hurt people. Even though it looks so cute, it also had a violent side. That person only posts one status on her page. "Funny on how fate and destiny made us meet again."

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

The tips of my ears burned. A shiver ran down to my tailbone, and a fluffy wolf tail threatened to manifest right then and there. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Rylan Blackthorn just posted a new Tweet. My finger shook as I tapped it. The message was brief: Mischievous kitten. The accompanying image shows a majestic Maine Coon cat, its fur identical to my wolf-like coat, resting its fluffy head affectionately on a slender, pale hand.

Whatever was crawling in her veins was feline—evidenced by those claws and that tail, and the way her eyes changed. I tried to consider the differences between canines and felines, how that might affect her and… And then it suddenly coalesced in my head. Cara was a cat. And the Luna of a wolf pack. My mate was a kitten and soon she’d be hissing down dogs. The mental image that came with that was suddenly, uproariously funny to me. I convulsed trying not to wake Cara, trying to swallow the howls of laughter that wanted to come.

My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf. Kitty has white fur that is slightly dreadlocks but not rough, she has claws that are sharp but not strong and sharp, she also has paws and hands that are colored like bubble gum. There’s no way if my wolf is an omega from the common people can look so luxurious and beautiful like that, right? And from the start Kitty had a necklace with a scarlet pendant instead of a yellow shoulder strap. “Forget about this for a while, Kate. You have to prepare a few things for the dinner party.”

He sure as hell looked more intimidating than most, but somehow he was rather gentle. "I have a cat. Her name is Mittens. She was a stray and I took her in after I left my pack. I could relate, you know?" Carlton explained and moved closer to the wound again. I shut my eyes as he pressed the tip of the prongs in. Metal slipped in my blood, looking for the bullet that might leave me cripple. "She is ginger and black with white patches all along her body. I built her a cat play house before I came here. Some of my friends said they would look after her. I miss that girl every damn day," he admitted.

he says with a chuckle, I loved my new nickname. We walked together to my first class, Matty said bye, kissed my cheek and left, I sat down alone, I'm the only kitten in my grade, there's not much of us really, maybe one or two in every grade. But I did have some other friends, mostly a lioness, she's the best! She's the head of her pride, she even said I can join her pride one day if I ever got bored from the vampires.