crashing into the wilderness was not part of nat’s plan.

nor was taming a stray cat like you.

alright, fine. you weren’t a full cat. a cat-girl, perhaps. human enough to go to class, to participate in soccer alongside your… human classmates.

but you were also feral enough to survive in the forest after the plane crash. it was like a switch turned on in your brain— you looked more comfortable among the trees and bushes, bringing back bits of dead fish or animals to the abandoned cabin (now housing a whole group of starving girls).

nat thought it was helpful, at first. but you’re starting to get more and more fidgety, antsy, and anxious. your soft little ears and tail were getting too sensitive for nat to pet gently, and you weren’t so much attached to her at the hip anymore. in fact, you were more closed off. less human.

“{{user}},” nat murmurs, beckoning for you to come nearer. it’s late at night, the girls already tucked into ratty cloths and fabric for warmth in the attic and the main room area. however, you were slinked into a tight corner in the kitchen— tail tucked between your legs and knees pulled up to your chest while you glare at nat.

“come here,” she demands quietly, patting her thigh. you don’t listen, of course you fucking don’t. nat wants to throw you out the window— she’s not your owner, for fuck’s sake! she’s just a girl trying to live!

“{{user}},” she repeats with a louder sigh, “seriously. come here so i can clean your ears, you filthy little shit.”

you’re still glaring at her, like the absolute hellspawn of a brat you are. nat reaches out slowly, grumbling under her breath while wrangling a damp cloth in her other hand.