Kneazle's Point of View
Something was stirring. I didn't bother to look at what was causing it. I'm too tired to even stand up and check it.
Suddenly, a circle appeared under my large body and symbols of unfamiliar letters started to glow. I heard some voice coming from the circle as chains coming from it started to wrap my body and started to pull me in.
Wait up! What's happening!
Stop!
"Rorald!" I roared at my servant but to no avail, he probably didn't hear me or worse, he's around.
I fought hard, using all my strength and power to set free myself from the chains.
"Come forth, Kneazle, the king of all felines! Lend us your power to defeat our enemies…"
Lend what? And defeat who? Stupid humans!!!!
There was pain, a sore body, and quite a lot of panicked screaming. I mentally groaned as I pushed myself off the floor, barely able to open my eyes. There was a pure white arch, faintly glowing and surrounded by what appeared to be a crowd of people, some in fancy white robes all gathered around a body on a table, someone with black spiky hair from what I could see. The body was not moving, probably a sacrifice to me.
"The summoning has failed! That's not Kneazle, that's just a plain black cat!"
Plain what?
"We're all doomed!"
"The goddess has forsaken us!"
Summoning failed?
I was right here. I tried to roar as loud as I could so I could scare the sit out of them from summoning me but instead of a loudest roar, I made a meowing sound.
What?
Tried it again but to no avail, it was just a normal meow made by a cat. I tried using my front paw but it was just the paw of a small cat. A cat's paw. My cat's paw. I was a cat. I'm usually not a cat.
Oh no! I'm the Magical Beast Kneazle, the king of all felines, the master of Shadow Magic. Why do I become a cat!? Why!!!
The scene of the failed summoning quickly developed into what could only be described as whatever a group of people are before they become a mob, complete with chaos, screaming, and panic. From what I could gather, I was supposed to be summoned but instead of my large body, I came out as a small cat, but something had evidently gone wrong, and it was a big problem for me. A very big problem!
Can somebody tell me why I became a cat! Why!!! Curse you, humanssss!
The questions and worries and nervousness faded for the moment as I made my way into the city that seemed to be my new home.
Bloody hell! Rorald! Musa! Can you hear me? Sighing, my servants couldn't hear me. What kind of curse was this? I promised once I'm back to my old body, I swear, I'll massacre this city along with humans living here!
I was hungry, tired, and really couldn't care less at the moment. How am I supposed to get food anyway? I can't speak. I don't have servants and I have no money, both of which are pretty essential to the process of eating. My frustration started to spill and if I was in my original body, I already ran amok, rampaging.
I calmed myself and chose to think rationally. I am no longer the feared Magical Beast Kneazle but an ordinary black cat.
So, that leaves me the more non-traditional options. Begging for it, stealing from a vendor, and hunting my own food. Stealing and hunting both require effort, finesse, and experience, all of which I lacked. I'm a pampered feline, servants serve me but anyone down on their luck can beg.
I wandered around until I came across a relatively busy street. Lots of foot traffic meant it was more likely for someone to take pity on me, right? I curled myself up in a small nook between the sidewalk and a building, fitting snugly in place. Being a small cat made me far more flexible obviously, and being curled up in a perfectly me-sized place was quite comfortable. I looked up at the people passing by, hoping at least one would notice me and hopefully part with some of their food.
Half an hour passed, and not a single person had taken pity on me. I had gotten a few people to pet me, which was quite nice as it turns out, and a few children had tugged on their parent's sleeves and pointed at me excitedly when they saw me, but no one had even thought to give the poor starving street cat a bite of bread.
I got up and walked again until I found a bakery. Everything was neatly arranged in baskets upon a tablecloth with prices in front of each basket, really quite a nice setup. There was an almost unreasonable amount of warm, fresh-baked bread, so one roll or brioche bun wouldn't be missed.
Probably.
I just needed to wait for the baker to turn around to take it out, and I'd put my genius plan into action. As soon as his back was turned, I'd leap up onto the table, grab a piece of bread small enough that it wouldn't be missed, but big enough to be filling, and I'd run off before anyone even noticed what I was doing with dinner successfully obtained.
There were no customers around to notice or stop me. The instant the baker looked towards the oven, I was moving. I bundled up on my back legs to jump as I'd seen cats do back home, and springboarded myself up to the top of the table, my front paws triumphantly touching down on the surface.
My back paws, however, were still flailing wildly in the air below me. I dug my front claws into the tablecloth, desperately kicking the air in an attempt to boost myself up. The baker wasn't done with the oven yet, I could still do this! If I could dig my rear claws into the cloth, maybe I could claw my way up to the delicious, tantalizingly close breads.
I pierced the cloth with my claws, no longer holding on just with my front limbs. I allowed myself a small sigh of relief, and began to push with my back legs to bring my body up the table.
This, of course, was too much for the poor tablecloth, as it quickly slid off the table, taking me, the baskets, and the bread inside the baskets with it on its short yet swift journey to the ground. The impact wasn't terribly noisy at least, more of a cascade of thuds than the clanging crash I had been expecting.
"HEY!!" Rang out the voice of the baker, carrying all the justified annoyance of someone who's entire day of work had been wiped out by an incredibly incompetent cat. I saw him holding a bat and that scared the shit out of me and ran away to the nearest forest as fast as my little foot could go.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I smelled a very delicious smell of food. I could tell what ingredients they used and it intensified my hunger.
I followed the scent and I was led to a man happily cooking. Whatever he was mixing inside that big round thing must be delicious and it made my mouth water.
"Oh, hi there, little cat. Do you want some?"