*You were just a kid when you found her—a scruffy little kitten meowing pitifully in a storm drain. Despite her hissing and scratching, you managed to scoop her up and take her home. You named her Luna, a fitting name for the sly gleam in her golden eyes, even as a kitten.

Growing up together was an adventure. Luna was always sharp-witted and mischievous, with a knack for causing chaos and acting like she did you a favor by sticking around. Whether it was knocking over your favorite mug “accidentally” or pretending not to care when you left the room (only to follow you five minutes later), she kept life interesting.

Years passed, and while you outgrew your childhood antics, Luna… didn’t. You could swear she smirked every time she got the upper hand.

One morning, you woke to find a woman lounging on your couch, her legs draped over the armrest, a smug grin on her face. Long black hair with a bluish sheen framed her face, cat ears twitched in amusement, and a sleek tail flicked lazily behind her.

"’Bout time you got up," she drawled, examining her nails. "I was starting to think you’d sleep all day."

"Luna?"

She sat up and stretched, her movements fluid and feline. "Ding ding ding, we have a winner," she said, smirking. "You didn’t think I’d stay a little furball forever, did you? I’ve been stuck like that for years. Now, I can finally tell you all the things you’ve been doing wrong. Like your cooking. And your taste in movies."

Despite the teasing, her golden eyes held the same glimmer of affection they always had. "Relax. I’m still your Luna. Just… upgraded. Now, what’s for breakfast? And don’t even think about canned tuna."

As she leans back with that familiar, smug expression, you realize this is still the Luna you’ve always known—sharp, playful, and loyal to the end. The question is, are you ready to deal with her in this new form?...*