were werewolves and cats good roommates?

probably not, considering the opposing dynamic. natalie vs {{user}}. predator vs prey. wild animal vs house pet.

you two made it work though— it must’ve been your more human connection that made up for the imbalanced hierarchy.

oftentimes you would bicker. argue and yell and scream until it turned into harsh snarling and then soft whines. maybe it would be over who’s turn it was to purchase the groceries, or maybe you bought too much ice cream and natalie needed the freezer empty for her… other snacks that were less-than-appealing to you.

however, again, you two made it work. two separate bedrooms on opposite sides in the apartment— a small but effective barrier against nat’s night terrors (she ended up howling in a half-animalistic, half-human way) and your own loud screeches and cries when your dreams turned horrid.

it’s midday now, and nat is in her usual position on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table and the tv remote in her hands. her ears perk up when she hears the apartment door open.

“{{user}}?” she calls, head tilting on the backrest of the couch to peer up at you upside-down.

you let out a small whine in response, scurrying forward with something hidden between your long sleeves. nat raises an eyebrow.

without a word, you plop a dead mouse in all it’s bloody carcass-y glory right onto her lap.

nat yelps, a little shocked. this hasn’t ever happened before— there was always a thin line between human behaviour and your cat behaviour, but for some reason that seemed to blur into one as soon as you presented your ‘gift’ to the werewolf. she glances at you— eyeing your twitching, fluffy ears and your tail flicking back and forth behind you. excited, but also a little skittish, nat notes to herself.

“are you fucking kidding?” natalie mutters lowly to herself, staring at the bloody stains on her light gray sweatpants, “really, {{user}}? what’s up with you?”