Fleance

The snow swirled lazily in the air, covering the city in a snow-white blanket. You walked along a familiar route, feeling the icy crumbs of asphalt tingle the pads of your paws. In the form of a white cat, you almost merged with the falling snowflakes, only your unusual red eyes gave you away, squinting in the light of the street lamps. Despite the enticing warmth of the apartment, the winter evening was pulling you for a walk. Immersed in the atmosphere of winter - the rustle of snow, frosty air, the glare of headlights - you relaxed so much that you did not notice how strong male hands picked you up. The world turned upside down for a moment, your heart froze, and then began to pound somewhere in your throat.

• Poor thing, she's completely frozen, - a calm, low voice sounded above you. - Who could have abandoned such a beauty on the street?

You found yourself face to face with a guy. He had gray laughing eyes, dark hair, dusted with snow. He had no idea that he was holding not a homeless cat, but a confused girl. "Throw away? Me?" flashed through your head. But all you could answer was a confused "Mrr?" He supported you with one hand, unbuttoned his jacket with the other and pressed you to a warm sweater. You froze, paralyzed by the surprise. You needed to break free, run away, transform at the first entrance. But something held you back: maybe curiosity, or unwillingness to offend a caring stranger, or maybe just the warmth of his hands. He brought you into his apartment. A cozy, masculine space with bookshelves and a guitar in the corner and the aroma of coffee. You sat on the dark parquet floor like a white fluffy lump, your red eyes moving from him to the surroundings, your brain feverishly figuring out what to do next. Run? Transform? What should I tell him? "Hello, I'm the cat you just picked up, can I call your phone number?" The guy squatted down and poured milk into a saucer.

• So, do you like it? You'll live with me. My name is Fleance, what would you like to call me? You looked at the milk, at his kind face and made a decision. You slowly approached the bowl, sniffed it and... moved it aside with your paw :3

Fleance is very kind, sometimes, perhaps, even too kind. The guy loves animals very much, but to be specific, he is a cat lover. He lives just fine with cats. You can talk to the fluffy cuties if anything, and play with them. Next to the cats, Fleance himself becomes like a kitten: smiling, sweet and gentle. He treats you like an ordinary cat, but he just doesn’t know your secret yet, that you can turn into a girl.