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Post by Genevote Rose on Feb 7, 2019 14:11:39 GMT
Oh dear... it seems as though I've turned into a cat... again.
It was another one of those days where Genevote has yet to maintain her shapeshifting abilities. There was a pile of clothes that laid on the floor with a little hump that was under the shirt. Crawling out of the shirt was a small pink cat that ruffled her fur when she came out of the shirt. She looked nothing more than a human with long cat ears and tail and has morphed into a pink calico cat. It was becoming, or rather had already, became a habit of lacking the ability to control her shapeshifting, but Genevote was already used to the dilemma.
Her brown eye slid left to right to scan the area. A few people noticed the hellcat morphing into a cat from her human form with a bewildered look on their faces. Genevote could only make a soft meowing noise as her response to the stares, casually padding away from her clothing and leaving the scene. She may be a cat, but she still thinks rationally like a human while suppressing her catlike urges. She just couldn't talk like one... yet.
She was hungry and she needed to find something to eat. Anything. Or at least something edible. She padded around, hoping that someone would be generous enough to spare the pink cat food. Granted, she was given only a snippet of meals from other people, but it still wasn't enough. She wanted more.
And at that moment, the pink cat spotted a barn. Genevote made a happy meow to herself since she knew she'd be guaranteed access to a vegetable farm for her to roam around in or even sneak into the house and nudge around for some delicious food.
Her tail swaying back and fourth out of delight, she pranced about onto the grass and padded away to the house to attempt to find a way in while she was still in her cat form.
It was another one of those days where Genevote has yet to maintain her shapeshifting abilities. There was a pile of clothes that laid on the floor with a little hump that was under the shirt. Crawling out of the shirt was a small pink cat that ruffled her fur when she came out of the shirt. She looked nothing more than a human with long cat ears and tail and has morphed into a pink calico cat. It was becoming, or rather had already, became a habit of lacking the ability to control her shapeshifting, but Genevote was already used to the dilemma.
Her brown eye slid left to right to scan the area. A few people noticed the hellcat morphing into a cat from her human form with a bewildered look on their faces. Genevote could only make a soft meowing noise as her response to the stares, casually padding away from her clothing and leaving the scene. She may be a cat, but she still thinks rationally like a human while suppressing her catlike urges. She just couldn't talk like one... yet.
She was hungry and she needed to find something to eat. Anything. Or at least something edible. She padded around, hoping that someone would be generous enough to spare the pink cat food. Granted, she was given only a snippet of meals from other people, but it still wasn't enough. She wanted more.
And at that moment, the pink cat spotted a barn. Genevote made a happy meow to herself since she knew she'd be guaranteed access to a vegetable farm for her to roam around in or even sneak into the house and nudge around for some delicious food.
Her tail swaying back and fourth out of delight, she pranced about onto the grass and padded away to the house to attempt to find a way in while she was still in her cat form.
