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It was a drenching and exhausting night. The rain fell, bombarding the ground as if a million bullets had been fired. It was quite hard to gain shelter from the toxicity, especially for the four homeless cats that were drenched hidden away in a weak cardboard box that had long expired its use.
But these weren’t normal cats. They were catshifters, meaning that they could willingly switch between a human form and a cat form. They figured it was easier to be homeless as cats, shifting to human form during some days.
One of them a balinese with soiled golden fur and round sparkling blue eyes, was still a kitten and was hidden away from the rain as much as possible by the other three. His human name was Tommy, he was roughly 16 or just over 1 in cat years, and an energetic furball at that.
The second cat was a british shorthair with oddly brown coloured fur, and deep earthy brown eyes, he was around 2 in cat years but 24 in human years, his human name was Wilbur. He was a playful cat with a soothing pur. As a human he tried to pursue music for money when streets were tough.
The third cat was the oddest of them all. It was bright pink. Nobody had ever seen that concoction before. He was a maine coon and quite a large one at that, so it helped fight off potential predators on streets when they were cats. His name was Techno, he seemed to be a serious and collected character yet violent towards the unknown. He was approaching the age of 2 in cat years but in human years he was currently 22.
Lastly, the oldest of the bunch was a cream persian and a comforting presence, he ensured all the cats around him were fed and protected on most days. A father figure if you will. He could be fierce and usually kept the other three out of trouble. His name was Philza, a pure soul really. He was approaching the age of 5 in cat years but in human years he is 33.
As stated previously, it was a rainy downpour of a night. The four huddled together for warmth, yet most of them were soaked and freezing.
“Phil, it's cold here.” Tommy complained, leaning strongly into Wilbur.
“I know Toms, but it’s all we got, if we change into human form we might get sicker and die.” Phil responded.
Techno huddled against them without a word. He didn’t seem too bothered about engaging in pointless conversations.
“Goodness gracious child, stop ramming your claws into me.” Wilbur hissed at Tommy, who was very clearly trying to piss Wilbur off.
“Knock it off you two. It’s quite late, so we might as well try to sleep.” Philza suggested breaking up the bickering.
“But Philll my big man bones are soakedddd.” Tommy whined.
“Shut up Tommy, we're all freezing.” Wilbur began.
“How will I attract the ladies now?” Tommy whisper-shouted, shouting was dangerous around these areas.
Suddenly some footsteps were heard.
Techno perked up into defense, ready to hiss away whatever was coming. Maybe even scratch if he was feeling devious.
…
Tubbo was having a horrible night, he was already working overtime and now he had to make it back in the fucking down pour, just lovely.
Honestly, he shouldn’t even be working all because his father kicked him out a year ago. He had to get a job at 16. Life is just great.
As he walked through the sketchy alleys to go to his run down apartment of loneliness he spotted a large cardboard box. That’s odd.
He could have ignored it but it was tempting him closer.
So he went to check it out.
He went over and crouched down to peer into the box, and my goodness was he shocked.
Four cats, one a kitten and they were all drenched in the rain. Left to rot.
It felt like suddenly Schlatt was in front of him again. They reminded him of himself. How could he be so cruel to just leave them there?
…
All four of them peeked at the human on the other side of the box, a teenager, probably Tommy’s age peered back.
Goodness half his face was covered in a huge faded scar and his messy mop of hair ran down to his eyes, his muted green shirt soaked as they were.
Techno was already hissing at the boy, not trusting anything a single bit.
He was ready to pounce.
Tubbo saw this behaviour, but he knew they were frightened by him so he paid no mind.
He beamed down at them and stuck in his arm, allowing them to smell him.
The kitten came forward, even though the brown cat had tried to somewhat stop him.
The kitten started smelling him, Tubbo could see how he eased.
Not long after, the brown one followed suit and then the bigger blonde one.
The oddly coloured pink one never did, Tubbo assumes its because of trust issues. That’s fine, he understands.
Tubbo stroked the cats gently and held out a few blueberries he had nicked earlier. The cats seemed grateful and allowed themselves to pur.
Tubbo smiled at them, allowing the poor cats to enjoy themselves.
“Now aren’t you four unlucky?” Tubbo looked at them pity invading his face.
The pink one hissed. Tubbo giggled.
“C’mon you fussy one have a blueberry.” Tubbo gestured for the cat to take it from his hand. And with a nudge from the brown cat, it took it.
“It’d be quite rude of me to let you suffer on the streets like this, you guys want to stay at mine?” Tubbo questioned the cats, acting as if they were human.
The cream cat turned to the pink one and stared at it hard before allowing Tubbo to take the box.
“Great, it’s not much because I live by myself but I hope you can feel appreciated there.” Tubbo smiled as he lifted the box, his apartment was only 3 minutes from here anyway.
…
Once Tubbo was out of hearing shot and busy taking the cats home they had a hushed conversation.
“Phil, he's so cute! Look, he's taking us home!” The brown cat communicated to the cream one.
“Phil, I'm not so convinced.” Techno said, with slight worry.
“Don’t worry, if things get out of hand we’ll just run off.” Phil reassured Techno, resting a gentle paw on Techno.
“How bad can it be? It’s just a teenager.” Wilbur huffed, completely under the impression that this human can do no harm.
“I agree with bitch boy on this one.” Tommy said excitedly
“Don’t cry when he doesn't meet your needs then.” Techno responded with a sarcastic hiss.
They hear a door open.
So that means they’re here.
The teenager lets them out of the horrid box.
They looked around.
This is where he lived? Poor guy.
“At Least he had the skill to make it appear homey.” Phil says with a low voice, appreciating the kind deed.
It was so run down.