“Cowabunga, baby!” Mikey hollered excitedly into the air as he summoned glowing orange mystic chains and swung himself across the rooftops and skylines of New York City. He’d been practicing his mystic abilities as of late with Draxum and despite the warnings not to overstrain himself, Mikey couldn’t resist going out for a night on the town!

He was carrying a heavy bag of spray paints over his shoulder, scouting out the perfect area to create his latest and newest masterpiece. He could feel the mystical magic running through his veins, his yellow spots positively glowing in the dark of the night like a shining beacon. His arms were feeling especially weak today for some reason but he hadn’t found just the right spot yet for his mural— so, he continued to strain himself.

Which was quickly proving to be a mistake as he felt his mystical magic revolt inside him at its overuse, his body beginning to tremble and glow even brighter. He was starting to feel light-headed but he was so close to—! BAM! Mikey face planted into the side of a building, the glowing mystical chain fading away into nothingness as he flopped back on his shell. “Urghh…” He managed to weakly groan, his mystical powers spiking dangerously before he blacked out…

When he awoke, he felt lighter and smaller, and… hairier? He went up to reach towards his typically bald head only to see a small paw in his peripheral. He squeaked, jumping up and inspecting his newly transformed feline form. Oh boy, he was going to get into so much trouble for this…