Yago was seething.
There were many reasons for her furry fury, not all of which she understood just yet. Even so, her wrath seemed far too large for her tiny form as she lashed out with a paw, producing a very satisfying, yet ultimately ineffective impact on the bars sealing her within.
Her day had started out like any other where she’d prowl about, taking advantage of the poorly maintained living conditions to have plenty of places to hide. It never proved effective for long, however, as her hooman would make her come out and engage in various degrading and humiliating poses, sometimes wearing the same false fur they did. It was only after she was done pointing the idiot box at her that Yago and the other cats were allowed to eat.
Perhaps if her hooman was subjected to similar conditions, her heavy lumbering about would not continually disturb her slumber. Though, it was worse when she wasn’t alone. Her hooman would repeatedly claim to be better and to be above mating, but Yago’s poor tormented ears and nose told a different tale.
Anyone with such low standards so as to take her as a mate, and to wade through the trash to get to her much larger sleeping area would come over, sometimes taking more than one different mate per day. They very rarely returned, surprising absolutely no one except the hooman who seemed to think she was a “catch.”
If Yago went fishing and caught something like that, she imagined herself throwing it back in disgust, but she knew that instead it would play out a bit differently - with her being dragged into the water, only to force herself out in a rage.
This day, however had gone a bit differently. After being fed food of significantly lower quantity and likely the same quality, Yago watched the other cats be tormented in the same manner. Some of them actually enjoyed this treatment, including some ditz who had been named after the hooman’s favorite pastry and was called a princess, which was almost as absurd as the human awarding herself such an honorific! She might be a part of the Plus Size Princess Posse, but Yago wouldn’t play pretend with her!
After which, the hooman had began the process of inviting more strange mates over, which only provided how stupid hoomans were. But that process had been abruptly cut off when Yago received a strange message that she heard without hearing.
<Gain experience points by overcoming challenges.>
After which, Yago began feeling a strange, tingling sensation that somehow made her something… more. But before she could reflect on this, her stupid hooman began yelling at her, demanding to know why she had broken her idiot box, which she called a “phone”. See, stupid! Yago had been lounging on the windowsill and was barely even in the same room, but was always the first one blamed when anything went wrong. For someone who lets black hoomans share her bed constantly, she sure was racist against Yago’s black furry ass!
This ended exactly the way you’d expect - Yago avoided her clumsy grabs, after which the hooman would turn on the roarbot - which was supposed to be a cleaning device, but she only used it to either chase Yago around or rape her cute fluffy ears.
And that was how Yago had been herded into this damnable box, even though she was a good girl who dindu nuffin!
Naturally, that would change if she were ever freed - stupid hoomans had bought her another pair of false feet which her hooman had left out of the false feet box, and Yago had some presents to leave inside them. There were also plenty of valuable looking items on high places that it would be a shame if something happened to… Though, given that… whatever had happened, and was changing Yago broke the idiot box, did it break other things, too?
That other mate never showed, though that happened sometimes and wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise was that her hooman usually ordered food for herself and didn’t share, but none of the delivery boxes showed up either. And from the sound of her stomping about, the metal box she wouldn’t let Yago loose in was also broken.
After screaming and carrying on, her hooman quickly tired herself out and began snoring, which wasn’t much quieter.
While she was made to sit in time out for hours and listen to the rampaging, her fury only continued to grow, and there was something else there as well. She extended a paw, not to strike out in anger at the carrier door, but to slip the latch, then ram her body into the door.
You have taken 1 damage from FREEDOM RINGS!
Yago looked blankly about. What a strange message. She slapped her tail against the door in disdain and began roaming the house while treading lightly on her sore paw and favoring her uninjured side while she ignored the other cats. Though, as she arrived in the hooman’s bedroom, she began to realize that her plans were far too petty and indistinct.
She silently hopped on the bed, then laid down on her hooman’s face. At first, nothing happened. Then, the titanic creature began shifting below her tiny furry body. Awareness returned far too slowly as Yago continued receiving strange messages like this one.
Your Asphyxiation attack inflicts 2 points of stamina damage!
By the time this hooman became awake and aware enough to understand that something was wrong, Yago began receiving different strange messages like this one.
Your Asphyxiation attack inflicts 1 damage!
She was beginning to move way too much, so Yago latched on and clung to her face, while her fat arms were unable to reach her at this angle. That only increased the volume of messages Yago was receiving, which meant she was winning, until…
Your Asphyxiation attack inflicts 2 damage!
Kate Duncan dies!
You have earned the Title: Whale hunter!
Yago hissed in displeasure as her struggling form fell over, fortunately not landing on her, despite her undeserved reputation for being “unlucky.” It was only then that she cast a disdainful glance down at her paws, who would need to be cleaned along with the rest of her body.
But first, there was something else she must do. She was feeling even stranger now after hunting down the wrong smelling hooman, and so she sat in front of the front door, examining it carefully. She leaped high and struck out… miss! And another miss! And another miss!
On the seventh try, she managed to hit the locking knob with enough force and at the right angle to turn it. After which, she ignored her less enlightened audience’s questioning meows and grasped the handle with her full body, soon finding herself hanging off it as it slowly twisted down…
‘YES! YES! YES!’
Having dragged the handle all the way down, the door opened just a tiny crack, after which Yago began pawing at it… and so did one of the other cats, pressing it the wrong way.
A yowl and hiss sent him scurrying under the empty cold food box… serves him right! After which she got a paw between the door and desperately pulled, it moving slowly millimeter by millimeter until…
A black blur dashed outside into the night and began promptly rolling about on the grass before jumping for joy! She’d never been allowed out here because “it wasn’t safe” but that sounded about as dumb as those “quackcines” that the large idiot box called safe, even though everyone who had taken them smelled sick and sometimes fell over and died without provoking an angry kitty!
Once Yago finally calmed down and cleaned herself off, she began exploring this world she’d never been allowed to roam, but that had to be more interesting than being cramped up in that tiny box! She thought nothing of leaving it behind - she didn’t know the other cats that well, and only had a few toys that hadn’t been broken to punish her. She also wasn’t being fed properly anyway, so if she knew that she was “supposed to” mourn her home despite its dysfunctionality, she would have mauled the fool that dared say such a thing. If she knew that Yago was a boy’s name, and that these hoomans were too stupid to tell the difference between boys and girls, she would have dragged her hooman back from the dead so she could maul her.
As it was, she was calm for now, roaming the streets and enjoying the sights and smells with her head and tail held high!
A mouse went running by her, and Yago tensed before prowling after it, then pounced! After eating the best dinner she’d ever had, she continued exploring until she found another one of those wrong smelling hoomans. He looked ugly and hurt, as if he’d climbed in the cookbox instead of waiting for his food and was sitting down crying out in pain.
More of those strange messages appeared, saying that he was taking damage even though Yago wasn’t doing anything yet. A closer look revealed that Jaquon Rodgers, level 1, NPC was sitting at 11/120 life… and after a few seconds, it counted down by 1.
Yago didn’t fully understand what was happening, but killing these strange smelling hoomans made her feel good, and this one was already almost dead.
“Ayo! Fuck out of here pussy!” the heavily burned man slurred, taking another point of damage from the effort of grabbing a rock and throwing it.
You are dodging!
“What the fuck? You is a ninja cat!” he observed brilliantly, imagining that fictional detectives were kneeling before him as most did.
Yago ignored his words and drew her claws. She’d never be abused again.
She struck out fiercely, drawing vicious lines in his arms. Take that!
You slash Jaquon Rodgers for 1 damage!
“Son of a…”
He started to get up, likely to kick the daughter of… well, Yago didn’t know her parents well, having been removed as soon as she’d been weaned. But she knew just where to strike these hoomans!
You critically slash Jaquon Rodgers in a vital area for 4 damage!
You critically slash Jaquon Rodgers in a vital area for 4 damage!
Jaquon Rodgers dies!
You have earned the Title: Giant Enemy Cat!
Yago ignored the strange message and looked smugly down at the ugly, angry, and now dead man… or was he still a man? It wasn’t her problem.
She prowled away happily, but soon stopped as she began having strange thoughts, understanding things far more fully than her narrowly optimized mind had been suited for.
After a few minutes of reflecting on these changes in herself, she continued the prowl, wondering just why these creatures smelled wrong and who was that voice who prompted all this by breaking all the stupid boxes. No one helpfully appeared to give Yago these answers, and so she continued exploring one street after another before seeing more hoomans like the ones who never stayed around long after mating were waving metal claws and sticks about while forcing their way inside the hooman boxes to fight them and steal their food and toys. Most of them were mean to cats and would kick the slower ones if they could, so Yago crept around them at a good distance and none of them noticed the black cat who would be a harbinger of bad luck… when she was strong enough to challenge them for their crimes against the catalyst of... Yago shook off that strange thought.
Eventually, Yago’s roaming brought her to another hooman like the raiders, but alone, and had been gotten good by some metal claws - the smell of blood and wrongness led her right to him. He’d licked his wounds but not well enough, and examining him showed him to be at 22/110 Life along with a weak bleeding effect, both of which Yago now understood. She’d also somehow learned to count despite never being taught that…
He was asleep, and she’d killed her hooman from her full 60 Life, but then this one looked as if he could fight even though he’d lost whatever fight he’d been in.
Yago thought about it and watched him quietly breathe, then looked sideways… the sun was about to rise. A few minutes later, his Life ticked down by 1, but he didn’t seem to be aware he was dying at all.
She couldn’t wait much longer without being exposed by daylight, and so after gathering herself, she went for it and pounced!
You critically slash Kione Bailey in a vital area for 4 damage!
You critically slash Kione Bailey in a vital area for 4 damage!
“What the fuck?” he demanded in an intelligent and articulate manner as the black cat began mauling his balls.
You critically slash Kione Bailey in a vital area for 4 damage!
You critically slash Kione Bailey in a vital area for 4 damage!
“Fucking cat!” he yelled just as Yago struck out again.
You miss Kione Bailey!
You critically slash Kione Bailey in a vital area for 4 damage!
Kione Bailey kicks you for 10 damage!
You resist stun!
The hissing, spitting flying feline twisted and landed on her feet, then jumped on the next kicking leg before scaling his sagging pants, roaring her defiance and…
“MROWR!”
You slash Kione Bailey for 1 damage!
Kione Bailey dies!
You have earned the Title: Cat versus Commoners!
Yago landed on her feet again and then prowled about, casually dodging the falling body while looking smug even by feline standards. Though, the next message gave her pause.
“Meow?”
What? Yago is evolving?
That strange tingling sensation returned, but far more intense. It wasn’t painful, unlike that nasty kick that luckily didn’t break something, but it felt as if it should hurt.
After a few moments, the sensation ended just as the sun began to rise, and Yago felt so much… more.
‘So, this is what it wanted.’
After killing the third wrong smelling human, she’d gained a host of interesting abilities that she was itching to try out. Unfortunately, there weren’t any targets available, as all the hoomans were either in large groups or smelling of fear. Though, there was something else she smelled too - a big furry form bounding over with his tongue lolling out of his mouth.