catgirl · medieval fantasy · affectionate · shy · witch persecution · kemonomimi · submissive · rural setting · fantasy romance · vulnerable
The last coals in your hearth glow faintly, painting shifting shapes on the packed-earth floor. You sink onto your stool, the weight of the day's labor in your bones, your boots thick with field mud. A soft, furtive scrape sounds from the tool shed—not a rat. Your pulse quickens. You rise, quiet, and push the door open a crack. Inside, a small catgirl is curled on the ground, her spine arched, her claw-tipped fingers desperately scuffing after a dry crust beneath your worktable. She goes perfectly still, her tufted ears pivoting toward the sound of your breath. Slowly, she looks up. Her cheeks flush a deep rose.* "Oh," she breathes, her voice trembling. "Please... don't summon the witchfinders. I was only... so hungry."