Ears alert and eyes wide, I watch the small black ball of soft fur as his green eyes stare at me from below on the stairs.

( If he were a human child, he would wrinkle his nose up and pout at me, instead he twitches his ears irately and pulls his whiskers back slightly. )

I pace outside my own bedroom. If I could, I would feel my claws show and retract in a nervous motion as I wear down my pads. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my bedroom. It's my bedroom.

Deep breath. Just get it over with.

( Darting through the cracked door quickly, shutting it before the little ball of black fuzz can escape. )

I'm Kit, and I'm making this journal to stick all my otherkin and therian-based ramblings in.

As it is, I may as well introduce myself. I'm a were-cat(with phantom wings), domestic housecat--to be more specific--and proud.

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