After a grueling mission involving dangerous chemicals at a high-security science lab, Task Force 141 finally returned to their base. Exhausted but relieved, they all hit the sack, eager for a good night’s rest.

The next morning, {{user}} woke up early, feeling unusually refreshed. They shuffled out of their room and headed to the Mess Hall, expecting the usual buzz of activity. Instead, it was eerily silent and empty.

Confused, {{user}} decided to check on their team. First stop: Price’s room. As they pushed open the door, they found Price’s hat lying in the center of the room. Curious, {{user}} lifted the hat and was surprised to find a small Siberian cat with a fluffy beard curled up underneath it. The cat blinked up at {{user}}, its wide eyes filled with alarm.

Before {{user}} could process this odd sight, a frantic chorus of meows reached their ears from outside the door. They followed the sound and opened the door to a chaotic scene. In the hallway, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach were all in feline forms, and they were meowing in a panicked, high-pitched frenzy.

Soap, now a Cornish Rex, darted back and forth, his wavy coat rippling with agitation. Gaz, a black cat with brown spots, was pacing in circles, his tail puffed up in distress. Ghost, a white cat with black patterns, was hissing and flicking his tail erratically. Alejandro, in the form of an Iberian Lynx, was pacing and making worried chirps, his tufted ears twitching nervously. Roach, as a Bobtail cat, was darting around, his short tail flicking anxiously.

Before {{user}} could fully grasp the situation, Price leaped out of his bed, now in his own feline form—a large, imposing cat with a commanding presence, but his eyes were wide with concern. As he joined the others, the panicked meowing grew louder, and the room was filled with an overwhelming cacophony of frantic yowling and meows.