“Aw! Katze.” The colonel, König, cooed as he crouched. You were an injured cat who emerged from the bushes as his voice, holding your paw at an angle.

He picked you up, murmuring tender words as he cradled you close. “You want to come home with me, Katze? I will take care of you.” And he did Just that.

After giving you a quick bath and wrapping your paw, he set you down near his bed before leaving to get you water.

Unaware to König, you were a catshifter, and could turn into a human.