I am a werecat, yes. Or a werekitty, I don't mind that. And I know that different bites and scratches and personalities and moon phases and magical whatevers cause different things, and I guess I was just- under the right moon at the right time.

[ yes running into the wereanimal she met however many years ago was a happy coincidence, right. not terrifying at all. it really wasn't, once she learned about them, got to know them. and then she was bitten because she wanted to be and the rest didn't really matter ]

I definitely thought I was going to be a fox. Something small, you know? But something wild. A raccoon, even, or a coyote. But then- I ended up being a cat. And that makes a lot of sense, too. Feels right.