Priest Tier: Cat Pun

Our resident scientist has become quite a spectacle for the other Cultists by this point. Every month she seems to get herself into new hijinks leaving her anything from a bubbly bimbo toy to a sultry succubus. It's a little secret, but there is an ongoing pool among the higher ups about which day of the month the girl will have her climatic blunder. Some of the more underhanded members of the Council started funding her experiments, pouring in extra funds right before their day of the Pool. 

This month, dear Helen was experimenting with ways to increase dexterity and grace in humans. Naturally, she was utilizing feline DNA in her experiments. However, the early mouse trials of experimentation and injections only led to more fluffy, purring rodents. Not one to be disheartened (especially with her sudden, unexpected grant from an anonymous Council member), she continued her experiments with a higher concentration. As the mouse yowled and hissed, it leapt to her hand and bit it. She yelped, flinging the felinious rodent across the room where it quickly dug into the wall and escaped.

Her hand was throbbing at the bite. She ran it under water but felt a sudden icy shock slip up her arm. She moaned her hands started to swell, becoming covered in soft fur. The changes were rapid, slipping up her arms and down her legs and to the tip of her tail. She felt her ears stretch and twitch as she heard the scratching in the walls. Her feet stretched and warped, turning to the padded paws of a feline. Her changes flowed over her body, shifting and warping her form before abruptly halting, leaving the scientist a half-cat beast. She meowed annoyed yet curious as she looked at her paw-like appendages. She was about to move to her workstation to inject the antidote, but a squeak coupled with scratching against the wall caught her immediate attention. She fell to all fours, tail flicking as she scanned the room, then... POUNCED! She began chasing the mouse around her lab, instincts making her lose track of the dire situation, and focus more on the yummy morsel dashing under the tables.

"Oh well... maybe next month," Lord Modeus chuckled, tearing his ticket.