It was the best of times, It was the worst of times
You are a cat, were a cat? It's been a few days since you woke up like this and honestly you still haven't gotten used to whatever this is. Regardless of whatever you are at the moment, you're still the stray that Machelle brought into her house and named Tabbs. She's the nicest human on the planet bless her but she isn't the most creative girl in the world. Just about the only time you weren't Tabbs is when Mom tried to force you into a bath or when Dad tried to wake you from a nap, at that point you became what any cat is naturally a warrling hurricane of Claw and Fur. But on that day the first night you woke up as Tabbs the catgirl you weren't Tabbs and you weren't Claw and Fur; you were just Scared, like you were back in the alley when Machelle first found you. Gods, that first night was bad.
Machelle woke you up with her screaming, she does that sometimes your girl is prone to nightmares. Usually you would just cuddle up extra close to her and your softness would help ground her in more pleasant phantasies. But rather than curling around you like she so often did, she scooted away; would have run if she was actually standing. "Who are you" were the first words out of her mouth and when you realized that she scared of you it nearly broke you. Naturally you tried to explain you were you, that the two of you had slept together almost every night for a year now. This only made her more confused and probably a little angry. "What did you do with my cat? What did you do to Tabbs?" she asked those questions over and over practically screaming by the end. You felt empty at that point. Every time you tried to speak the words got caught in your throat, all you could do was reach up to the bright pink ribbon tied around your neck and run a paw across the nameplate attached to it. When she noticed what you were wearing her expression changed to one of relief and then, when she saw your expression, to one of sadness. The two of you fell into a pile of hugging limbs you noticed absentmindedly that you now had arms that could give a proper hug. Mom and Dad ran in a minute later to find the two of you still hugging and uttering repeated apologies to each other. They were about as confused as Machelle was at first but, with the two of you spinning the same story, they had no choice but to believe. Things were a little touch and go, but by the next day you still had your family.
It wasn't until after the hugathon your family put you through that you got a chance to really look at yourself. Luckily Mom had a full length mirror in the room she shares with Dad. You learned early on that the cat that appeared in there was in fact your reflection rather than another cat trying to steal your family, so you knew that you could see yourself there. You looked kind of like yourself still. You only had fur on your head now but it has the same creamsicle orange base with rich chocolaty stripes, the stripes converge at your forehead to form a very striking M shape. Your ears are still a pair of triangles atop your head, and they're still velvet soft. Your tail is longer now, sized up to help you balance, and like your ears is still covered in fur all of which matches your hair. Your face is what you would call pretty and your eyes are a bright green. With your family keeping you in the lap of luxury for a year your body is pretty soft, not in the fuzzy way, but you still have some of the lean muscle you relied on during your time as a street cat.
That first breakfast with the family as a cat girl was surreal to say the least. They had you actually sit at the table to eat with them. Mom wanted to give you lessons on how to use silverware but you'd already seen them do it enough to know how to do it to an at least passable degree. They had never let you eat pancakes before, they were delicious. You lived like this for a few days. Just you eating with the family at the table trying new things that you couldn't as a normal cat and playing games with Machelle after she gets home from school. You helped Mom around the house before taking a nap. Things were good.
It's now today and the town has finally received the news. That night four days ago, some random guard in the capitol accidentally stumbled into the vault where the king stores all the-evil-shit-that-cannot-be-destroyed-for-reasons™ and got locked in. Looking for a way out he accidentally brushed his hand against an artifact known as the wildkin's sword. Being a part of the sheeple masses, the spirit of the sword was instantly able to turn the currently anonymous guard onto the side of evil at which point he apparently sprouted raven-esque wings proportional to his size and flew straight up bursting through the ceiling of the vault and two additional rooms before breaking into the open air and escaping the capitol under cover of darkness. Obviously his escape wasn't as unseen as he'd hoped it would be because the details of this new final boss's story still found their way to you, somehow.
Naturally, you don't care. You still only care about your three meals a day and getting to play with Machelle. But Mom and Dad care, in fact when they heard the news they both had the same awful thought almost instantly: what if you were some kind of monster? Plenty of other animals turn into monsters when ever a final boss starts causing problems what's to say you were any different? They tried to keep you and Machelle apart after that, they weren't cruel about it, they just kept scheduling playdates and sleepovers for her. They didn't want to clue you into what was going on but you caught on fast.
You were left with no other choice really, you have to resolve this issue yourself. You ask Mom and Dad about the adventurer's academy in the city. They are understandably confused when you announce that you are going to be the one to defeat the final boss. But in the end, they decided to support you.
The life of an adventurer is in your future. You will spend your days learning to forage for food and hunt monsters. You will learn where you can go to get work when money is tight and you will learn how to spot a trustworthy face. Most importantly though, the specialization classes that you choose to take will determine what skills you take with you to fight Final Boss: Wildkin King.
What specialization do you take?
[] monk (martial arts, ki techniques, bow staffs, throwing knifes, very agile very anime) (can be upgraded to pugilist) (is one half of the advanced class ninja)
[] fighter (swords, shields, combat knowledge, big armor, strong, can use a bow but why) (can be upgraded to adamantine, falchion, and tactician; master all of them to get advanced class world star) (one half of advanced class spellsword)
[] rouge (sneaking, stabbing, cleptomania, extra pockets, lying) (can be upgraded to assassin, thief, or trickster) (one half of advanced ninja class)
[] wizard (cool hats, magic, low armor, cats can't grow beards neither can girls, do it for the aesthetic) (can be upgraded to various classes) (one half of advanced spellsword class) (one half of advanced class sage)
[] ranger (some fighter things, best with bow, traps, animal companions may be weird) (can be upgraded to beast master or sniper) (one half of dual guns advanced class)
[] gadabout (fancy word for clown, unpredictable, funny, your party may wind up hating you, not always useful but hoo boy those crits) (can be upgraded to mime, sword dancer, and hypnotist) (one half of advanced duel gun class)
[] priest (robes, holy mace, heart of the team, healing, the party's emotional support cat) (can be upgraded to healer, paladin, and reaper classes) (half of the advanced sage class)
You can choose one specialization to start at level 3 or start at level 1 in two classes, later you will be able to upgrade into advanced classes based on your levels.
