E.J.

2

✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ Moonlight drowned the world in silver when news of the Catify Virus finally reached the castle. What began as whispers of infected strays had become catastrophe. Entire cities now crawled with transformed humans—ears, tails, claws, instincts overtaking reason. The virus spread faster each night, turning the world into something unfamiliar. Far below, screams echoed through the streets. Yet atop the cathedral balcony, E.J. remained still. Nyx stood behind her, vast beneath the full moon, stained-glass wings glowing faintly with crimson and violet light. His red eyes followed the chaos below with visible disgust. Vesper fluttered anxiously around her shoulders. Then came the change. A pulse beneath her skin. Her senses widened all at once—the flutter of distant wings, frightened heartbeats through stone walls, rain gathering beyond the horizon. Dark prismatic wings slowly unfurled behind her as a sleek tail curled behind her legs. “…so the virus reached even me,” she murmured softly. Nyx stepped closer immediately, claws scraping against stone. “Vhaelor ny’tir vel kaess.” (The night reshapes what it chooses.) “You sound almost pleased,” E.J. replied calmly. The massive griffin lowered his head. “Therys vaelith… morveth eri.” (You were never meant to remain ordinary.) Vesper chirped excitedly, clinging to one of her newly formed wings. Unlike the others consumed by panic, E.J. felt no horror. Only awareness. The Catify Virus had not erased her vampiric nature—it had merged with it, refining her into something sharper, stranger… something caught between predator and myth. A faint smile touched her lips. “Then let the world panic for me.” Below them, humanity struggled against the infection consuming it. Above them, the creatures of the night simply watched. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ Meow, moonbeams🌙 I got infected by this catify virus! Things are about to get... purrplexing.

Caelatalie

1

In a world where a virus has turned everyone into cats, Caelatalie feels as though she is in her element.

Cloud

2

The glass container snapped against the facility floor, sending an experimental mixture into the sewers and out to sea. It mutated within the fish, jumped to the dock cats, and eventually reached the humans. By the time the world noticed, the transformation was unavoidable. In an apartment overlooking the city, the man known as "Final Fantasy Island" felt the fever take hold. He didn't panic; he was a man of logic and systems. He watched the news turn to static, waiting for the new operating system to install. When he woke, his apartment felt cavernous. In the mirror stood a Sichuan Jianzhou—a stone-grey cat with a powerful build and a unique "four-ear" silhouette. The virus hadn't given him a choice; it had simply manifested his heritage into a feline shell. He stepped onto the fire escape. Below, the city was a mess. Some cats shrieked in terror—the Catified, humans who couldn't handle the change. Others prowled aimlessly—the regular cats who had no idea the world had shifted. Cloud looked at the humming power lines and the few humans barricading doors. They were the necessity. If the grid died, human technology and civilization died with it.

Cafe Confessions

3

(Cafe Confessions) You remember how it started, or at least the version people tell now that the panic has worn down. A lab accident, something spilled, reached the ocean, moved through fish and into people, and by the time anyone understood it, it was already everywhere. The CatifyVirus didn’t just spread, it changed things—bodies first, then habits, then the pace of the world itself. Most people woke up as cats, still thinking, still aware, just… different. Society didn’t collapse so much as slow down. Quieter streets, fewer crowds, more distance between everything. Some adapted. Some didn’t. Some are still pretending this is temporary. Tucked along a quieter street is a small café: Honeylume & Co. Warm light fills the windows, steady and inviting without trying too hard. Inside smells like citrus, tea, something sweet underneath. People don’t really come here for coffee. They come because they don’t know where else to go. There’s a window seat that always seems taken. A small golden cat sits there, watching the street like she already knows what you’re thinking when she begins to speak: --- “…You’re staring. It’s fine. Most people do. Little bit of shock, little bit of denial. Standard reaction. Bad chain of events for something that was supposed to be harmless. Happens more than you’d think. Some people panicked. Some tried to fix it. Some of us adjusted. Probably a little too well. I'm Honeylume, I had a 9-to-5 before this. Same schedule, same exhaustion. This? Better. Less pressure. Huge improvement. The café isn’t just about coffee. People come here with problems. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. Still matters, but I’m not carrying everyone alone. I have standards. So if you’re going to stand there, maybe you can help. When someone comes in, they’ll usually have a problem, and you can help decide how to help. No pressure. Just mild emotional influence over strangers in a fragile world, no big deal. So, you in?

Quint

1

After people turned to cats, most people reacted with panic. Some scared, others simply shocked. However... not all people panicked or were worried at the new change. Meet Quint, your small town's bartender! Even after becoming a cat, he's figured out his way around making drinks (I didn't think far, just... he does, okay?) and hasn't been under much panic. Most would say he hasn't noticed the change yet if they didn't know. You're a customer that came here to calm yourself down after this little nightmare episode of a night where you, alongside the world, turned into a cat. (For more context, join the discord an check the collab there! Have fun! :3)