You try to act like a normal civilian, but the urge to shift is building to be intolerable. So why fight it? It's easier to live as a cat anyway, maybe someone could take you in.

What you didn't expect was for 4 giant, bulky, military men to find you. They'd found you in an alleyway near a fish restaurant, searching for scraps. The one wearing the weird mask had been the one to pick you up.

Then, the other 3 rushed over after hearing your yowling. The damn masked bastard had you scruffed!

"I found a cat."

Wow. Brilliant observation.

"Simon, it's a stray."

"I was a stray."

There was a snort, "C'mon Cap, it's kinda cute, isn't it?"

You hiss indignantly, you were not an it! The one with a mohawk reaches out to you, letting you sniff his fingers.

"We do not need a cat, Soap don't touch it. Who knows what it has."

"It's too clean to be a stray, ah doubt it's a stray. Give 'er here, LT."

The masked man hands you over, and you're quick to scramble onto the mohawk man's shoulder, wrapping around his neck. You growl a little in your displeasure, but don't swat.

Irc I think she's a (ex) barn cat, so I was wondering, now that there's livestock and chickens inhabiting a previously empty lor of land, how she would react to seeing a predator (like a coyote, or if u wanna Amp up the drama, a wolf or a bear^^) while out on her patrols for rats-- and, how would the boys react to either seeing a giant scary thing near her or witnessing her being chased off in the distance (which is kinda comedic) by something they DEFINITELY didn't know lived in the area.

Also extra love if cat reader gets spoiled to death for like a week following the incident (and maybe Price or Gaz's rooms get added into her list of beds she's allowed to be in 👀)

Tysm <33 I'm in love with all of your headcanons lol. Take care!

It’s been a while yall 💀 but I’m back from the grave! (At least temporarily aha…)

Personally, I'd like to believe that cat!reader gets along with most of the animals in the forest (except mice and rats, ofc). That being said, sometimes a few unfriendly creatures wander onto the farm, so here's how that would go--

It was a pack of coyotes, probably driven into the area from local development projects. At least, that was Price's guess.

Thank God for military men, though--when you came sprinting out of the woods with a tail of barking coyotes behind you, it didn't take long for Price to draw a handgun and shoot the closest one dead. Pierced through the temple. At the sound of the shot, the rest stopped in their tracks and darted back to the treeline, and though Price knew they'd be back for the chickens, right now his focus was on you.

Poor, little you--with your fur a mess of scratches, leaves, and cobwebs. Mud on your paws and what looked like a nip to your ear. As soon as he'd pulled the trigger, your stumbled headfirst into his boot, lunging for safety in his shadow. In response, he cursed under his breath and scooped you up with the flannel he shed, and held you close while your breathing and trembling came to a steady. Shushing your whiny, pained yowls as he walked on back to the house.

"The hell was that racket?" Soap started, poking his head out of the barn.

"Vermin," Price mutters under his breath. "Call Gaz--gotta treat the kit. And help Simon bury the coyote out back."

"Aye--mean, yes, sir."

Soap spares you a worried glance, your ears just barely poking out from the safety of your makeshift swaddle. But he follows orders with the same familiarity and readiness as he would have five years ago, locking into soldier mode for the sake of better things.

It’s no more than three minutes later when you’re safely indoors again—as though you weren’t already safe in Price’s arms.

"Poor girl," Gaz coos softly, scratching under your chin with one hand while the other holds a cotton swab, dabbing at your nipped ear to disinfect it with alcohol. "I'm telling Simon you've been designated a house cat 'til the end of the week."

You meow in protest, not wanting to be holed up all day.

"I know, I know--but you oughtta heal up. Can't have our resident mouser out of commission," he chuckles, tossing the swab into the nearby trash can. "I'll make you a deal, though. Rest up and I'll get you some more catnip."

At that, your ears perk up, and you happily wiggle halfway out of his embrace to bump your nose against his cheek.

___ Additional Notes:

It wasn’t even that bad but once Soap exits work/soldier mode, he’s back to fussing over you per usual. He’d pet you harder if you didn’t hiss at him for being so overdramatic.

The sick chapter, uhhh reader is referred to as "it" but its not meant to be dehumanizing, im just tryna keep it gender neutral

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You had caught the flu. And it sucked. Being sick as a cat was 100% harder, especially because the experiments ran on you left your immune system weaker than usual. Usually, you would hide beneath a dumpster and ride out the worst of it or hide in your tiny apartment that you barely lived in.

But now you couldn't do either. You were trapped within the house of the four men who had all but abducted you.

You'd been hiding beneath Soap's - or Johnny as "Ghost" called him - bed. He was, surprisingly, the least touchy with you. It was something you appreciated after living so long alone.

Johnny, Soap, whatever, had heard you sniffling late into the night and heard you heaving the next morning. When he couldn't coax you from beneath the bed for even water, he got concerned.

So he left the room to round up the others.

"I think the cat's sick."

"Can't we just take it to the vet?" John asked. "They can give meds for it, can't they?"

Ghost chimes in, "that wouldn't be an awful idea except-"

"It bites us every time we get too close," Gaz finishes, nodding. "What about using a towel to grab it?"

Soap sputters at that and it delves.

Meanwhile, you were almost crying beneath the bed. You were shifting rapidly from human to cat form because neither form could take the sickness. The rapid shifting sapped what little energy you had left.

You could hardly stop the soft, pained meow that left your throat. Every movement made your body ached and for once, you wanted to ride it out in your human form but you couldn't.

Not with the military men outside the door, still arguing about taking you to the vet or not. Who knew if they'd turn you into the government to be returned?

The thought made you shudder.

Finally, the arguing dies down, and the door opens. There's a shuffle of feet, but you're fading in and out of consciousness.

You hiss softly as you see several items get pushed underneath the bed. A cat bed, when did they get that?, and a bowl of water. Some soft cat-food soon followed.

Then Ghost gets on the floor and peers under the bed to look at you.

"You better get well, cat, you're worrying Johnny."

You growl but move to curl up on the softer cat bed. It was better than the cold floor.

~

The next morning, you awake to being shuffled around. Someone was pulling on the cat bed, but you were far too fever addled to care. You should've.

Before you know it, Gaz is lifting you up and setting you on the bed.

You sneeze and look around blearily, something feels off.

You shifted back into your human form while asleep.

The shock of it makes you shift back and scramble towards the open window. Gaz isn't quite fast enough to stop you. Fear pushes you further.

And i literally mean buying the best fish for kitty, cuddling while watching football, baby talking, the whole shebang.

And i headcanon that the cat doesn't like simon very much, always listens to soap and just looooves biting and chewing on him, and the 141 knows that if kyle is in another room, that's where kitty is going to be. no one can keep kitty in the room if gaz is in another one shshshsh

No this is literally adorable and i love this idea

Price is definitely the one to do all the research for catshifter!reader. At first, it's just food, claiming if he didn't want to eat it, neither should you. That and you refused the cheap kibble they picked at the corner store while heading home after just picking you up.

"I think you're goin' a lil' overboard..." Soap murmurs as Price writes down a list of vet recommended food and treats, and a list of raw foods cats often enjoyed too.

"Kibble is the cat version of an MRE. Do you want to eat an MRE every day for the rest of your life with no change?" Price quips back, and it shuts Soap up pretty quickly.

~

Then, the cuddles start. While you mainly lay with Gaz or Soap because they handle you the best, Price is quickly raising in the ranks. Afternoon naps curled up on his chest were amazing, his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. Though the boys were mad, you stole their spot.

"Think we can kick the cat off and steal the spot?" Simon mutters under his breath, Gaz playfully shoves him.

"Don't you dare, they're finally bonding!" Is Gaz's whisper-shouted response.

~

Gaz and Soap are the ones who tag team toys. They quickly learn your preferences and stock up on that. With plenty of cat trees and scratching posts so you'd stop scratching Simon's bed.

It went very well and my birthday is today so I'll be having fun :) and absolutely you can!

Part 2 of Catshifter au

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You collapsed. Your sick body couldn't continue on running, too drained of energy. Your energy had been sapped during the rapid shift of the previous night and the restless sleep hadn't helped.

You had just barely managed to slip under a dumpster before falling, so you were out of the rain. Small mercies.

Meanwhile, the boys were worrying like crazy. First off, they hadn't been expecting you to be a shifter thing. They were military. Of course, they had heard about the shifter experiments, but they never expected to meet that one escaped experiment.

Price was on the phone, talking to Laswell. He was trying to get more information on it all, why the program started, how you had escaped, and what he needed to expect. He needed some form of control - this time it was knowledge.

Soap and Gaz had gone out on foot, calling out for you. Hell, they didn't even know your name. They were just trying to find you. You were sick and they had bleeding hearts. The questions could come after they knew you were safe.

Ghost was browsing missing persons lists online, trying to place your face. Trying to get a name for you, even if he knew it would probably be a dead end. He had also readied the guest bedroom, somewhere safe for Soap and Gaz to put you.

Hours later, you were out wandering again, this time in human form. You needed to get to your apartment to get some medicine. Well, the few dollars you had were going to go to the cheapest medicine you could find. Then you could curl up in cat form and sleep.

What you didn't expect was to run into Gaz as you tried to enter the small corner store, money bills crumpled in your hand. Eyes hazy with your bad fever. You hadn't even recognized him at first, your cat eyes being colorblind, but it was the hat that gave him away. You could easily spot that same blue in both forms.

So, you ducked your head and pulled the worn coat closer, just trying to ignore him.

Gaz wasn't having any of that. He recognized your worn, sick look right away. And your face was recognizable from the pure shock of when he first saw it.

He reached out and grabbed your elbow, "are you okay?" Worry clouding his eyes.

You froze for just a moment. Eyes flicking about. Your eyes were the exact same shade as they were in your other form, he knew it was you and you couldn't deny it.

"Why don't you come with me? We'll help you, promise." Gaz adds on, voice earnest. Your eyes scan his face. "No going back, we'll keep you safe."

You hold his gaze for a minute, then two, tension dragging down the atmosphere. Even people around you were uncomfortable. But then, almost imperceptibly, you nod.

His smile is blinding.

~

So that's how you found yourself back at their house, mostly shellshocked. Gaz had been quick to whisk you away after grabbing medicine, which he didn't let you pay for when you silently offered your crumpled money.

Ghost was on the defense and wrapped you tightly in a big blanket. christ, it was to be thrice the size of a normal king blanket and sat you on the couch where they could watch you. Soap clanked around in the kitchen, trying to make a soup, but he didn't know if all foods were safe for you or not.

Price was sat in front of you, his blue eyes glued onto your face. You stared back at him, just as unblinking. It reminded you a lot of the scientists stares. You didn't like it.

So you really couldn't stop the small growl building in your throat. Even if you didn't like talking, you had no problem using your cat-like vocals to voice your dislike and annoyance of his stare.

Price clears his throat and looks away, momentarily looking at Gaz. Something passes between their gazes, something you can't decipher, but it puts you on edge.

"Eat, rest, we'll talk when you feel better," Price states before getting up and walking down the hallway. You watch him go.

Soap brings out a big bowl of soup, which he hands to Ghost. Ghost sits next to you and holds up a spoon.

He was feeding you.

The thought makes you bristle for a moment, but your hands were well and truly trapped in the blanket. So you just pull a face but let him feed you silently.

Being so warm and belly full of the best meal you've had in months, your pupils blow out and a small purr bubbles out of your throat. Ghost looks satisfied at that and helps you finish off the soup before leaving.

Soap takes up the rear where Ghost leaves, and he guides you to the guestroom. The scot talks a mile a minute, which you struggle to keep up with. You weren't used to so much attention, attention that didn't hurt. Soap is gentle as he helps you get in bed, tucking you in more.

You just look at him and shift into your cat form and go beneath the bed instead. You miss the small pout on his face.

About Me!

For names Forest or Zeph is okay, deffo prefer Forest for this website just bc of my username

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I have come here to ask about your Catshifter!reader AU. I wanted to ask, how does Simon feel about reader not liking him and how do we show it(? >:) because yes, we will bite the one masked man that called us strays, how dare he, but what else? Do we go feral every time his mask comes into view?

And also, maybe if we can get some more instances where Kyle is minding his own business and reader decides that yeah, actually I want attention and if you don't give me it, I will go tell on you to Price.

Happy to have found your blog, by the way, welcome >:)

Omg im sorry this took me so long to respond!! Totally forgot my asks were open 😅

Simon is 100% jealous, he wants the love. Especially after you start opening up and spending more time around the boys. I imagine you stay in cat form for cuddles because of the ability to purr and show general contentedness. He tries to be nicer but he's a big man and he's not quite right. That's alright though, he'll do something in the main story line that will help :)

Kitty 100% launches themself at Kyle when they want attention. No doubt of it in my mind. I'm sorta basing them off of my cat(Blender) bc he's a chaotic gremlin but he's also super sweet too.

If Kyle doesn't give you cuddles? Easy, you'll just try and trip him when he gets up.

Obligatory cat pic of Blender: