You step up to the Clan Cat Adoption Center. As you walk in a short, strange looking woman greets you.
"Hello!" She says in a thick French accents. She awkwardly stretches a hand out and you take hesitantly. Wait a second, are those stitches in her skin? you think to yourself. There are many cats in cages in the store and most of them are looking at you with a death glare.
"Welcome to ze Clan Cat Adoption Center. I hope you will find everysing suitable for your needs!" The woman says, a fake smile painted on her face. No, literally painted, either her lipstick is melting off her strangely loose, fabricy skin or something strange is going on here.
"Ummm, I just want a cat to snuggle with." You say, looking at the small woman oddly.
She grins (it seems like she can't do anything else) and nods, "you be careful. Most of zees cats do not like two- I mean, huuumens? Heumans? Hwoooooomens?"
"Humans?" I correct, she nods, her skin flopping around.
"But I sink I have just de cat for you," the woman says. As she turns to walk away you step on the back of her heel and the costume peels off. You blink as you find two brown tabby's, a black tabby, and another ginger and white she-cat standing on top of each other, staring at you fearfully.
"Fox-dung Hawkfrost! I knew that handshake wasn't real enough!" The bottom, huge tabby hissed.
"Mapleshaaaade," the dark one whined to the she-cat on top, "your stepping on my nose!"
"Quit pouting Darkstripe and run!" She said and the cats scampered off.
You blink, utterly confused. Creeped out by the very weird skin on the floor you say out loud, "maybe I'll just grab the most cuddley one and leave...."
