I am a were, but not a werewolf, I am a werecat. A rather large black one.

I am not burned or killed by silver, and I do not become hairy and covered in drool at each full moon. I do not charge round the countryside hunting down innocent humans and ripping their throats out for those 3 days either.
In most ways I am a peaceful, law-abiding citizen.
I love silver jewellery, and wear it exclusively, gold does not suit my colouring.
I eat meat very sparingly indeed, saving my meat intake mostly for the times when the hunger is on me.
That is the time when my stomach tightens, and my mouth waters everytime I pass a butcher's shop. That is the time when I must have meat, and only meat will do. But never raw meat, not even rare meat. It must be cooked thoroughly, and served with fresh salad and a glass of juice. (or even wrapped in pie crust or a bread bun and served with chips).
I try to do nothing that would shame my ancestors, and do what I can to live up to my potential each and every day. I don't always manage it, but I always try.

It is not an easy thing to be any type of kin, and each new day brings it's own triumphs, disasters and challenges to overcome. But the dawn of each new day also brings with it infinite possibilities, the chance to help a member of the otherkin community, a chance to change the life of someone, maybe even the chance to make the world a slightly better place? How could anyone not want that?
Rejoice in being kin, as hard as it may be. And if you believe yourself to be a werecat please come in and keep me company. I love to meet kin of all kinds but cat-kin would be especially nice.

Darkness.