Yusuf stared with eyes the size of moons when Ezio beamed his own recruit over the head. He then hissed, fur bristling along his spine as he glared at him. When the older came to realize what he himself just did, he put his head in his hands and rubbed his temples to sooth an oncoming headache.

"What else was I suppose to do?" He asked. "She knew too much."

The feline jumped from the desk and padded towards Elif, brushing up against her before prodding at her head where she had been beamed. A large bump was there. With another long stare, Ezio got the message, picked her up and carried her up to her room. After that, he grabbed Yusuf's robes and hid them in the best hiding place ever. Under his bed.

Though it seemed like a stupid idea, no one would even think that Ezio would leave something he wanted to keep secret in plain sight. It was perfect. He let go of the bed skirt and sat down on the edge of his bed, thinking about what he had done to his recruit. It had been purely out of haste and panic, but he regreted it.

"I should have hid your robes..." Ezio murmered to himself, staring at his boots. Yusuf flicked an ear before continuing to walk around the room. He set his paws carefully over the rugs that cluttered the floor before he came to the mirror, curious as to what he appeared to be now. Somehow he had imagined that he'd look pretty much the same except with cat ears and a tail, but he was shocked to find more than that.

He certainly was no shorthair, his fur came in feathery tuffs and clumps and bunches, in need of some maintainence, but still appearing rather soft and silk like. His eyes were still the same blue-gray, only now they were large and almond shaped. In proportion to the rest of his body, his head was slightly massive. His body appeared quite suited for jumps and leaps, seeing as his legs were long and strong enough. His tail was a long feather duster like mass that continued the tortieshell smoke pattern that expanded across his pelt. Black, gray, and russet over white made for an elaborant patchwork. Now in short, he was simply a smoke tortieshell turkish angora.

I look so... strange. Is this what it's like to be a cat?

The door opened again when another recruit entered. A newer one whom he was named Yerman. He seemed like he was about to ask Ezio something, when he caught sight of Yusuf and panicked.

"Mentor, what's a cat doing in here?"

"It followed me." Ezio lied, a little more smoothly this time.

Yerman nodded and stared long and hard at Yusuf before he made up his mind. As quickly as he could, he picked Yusuf up by the scruff, resulting in some spitting and hisses due to the uncomfortable position, before opening the window. Ezio then ran up to stop him, only too late.

The recruit threw Yusuf out and closed the window to avoid any form of entry before turning to Ezio smiling, "Taken care of."

Ezio twitched, his thoughts on the fact that they were on the third floor, and he just DROPPED YUSUF out of a WINDOW. After five seconds of shock, he ran downstairs and threw the door open to begin his search for his friend. Leaving a very confused recruit to just blink and shrug. Thinking it's an Italian thing.

Yusuf fell for two floors, trying to right himself in his decent. If he could do it once, he could do it again, right? Well he did manage to land on his paws on a sea blue awning before stumbling and continuing his decent. With a few scratches, and the heavy scent of blood and flowers, he assumed he landed in a bush.

He crawled out disoriented, fighting for balance as his all too large world continued to spin around him. His legs gave in and he fell down with a thump, tail gently whisking against the cobblestone in his unconscious state.

It was nightfall when he woke up. The sky like black velvet laced with twinkling stars. The buildings were still moving, it felt like the ground was as well. Though he at first passed it as still being dizzy, he quickly realized that something was dragging him.

He pulled his head up a little to see the face of the other who was dragging him, another cat. A black Persian with glittering gold eyes, and a smushed in face. His teeth carefully bit into his scruff, just so he would not hurt him. Exhaustion then overtook him again, and he let his head tuck back and his mind slip into the calm of sleep.

Everything around him seemed to pulse painfully, like claps of thunder close enough to feel the sound vibrate your skin. He sort of groaned, only it came out more as a painfilled purr. He could smell others and blood amongst other things. When he dared to crack an eye open, he saw himself laying on a rug in a sort of deserted room that was only accessable through a small hole near the ceiling that was letting light stream in, causing dust to glimmer in the beam.

He pushed up with his front paws and shook himself to better fix his matted up fur and loosen the stiffness in his body.

"Hükümdar, are you sure we can trust this one?" A voice spoke, it sounded different than what a person would, there was mrrows and rumbles between words, almost like listening to a cat and knowing what it was saying. "Loners are loners."

"No. No. I'm sure we can, I saw this one fall from the sky and everything." Another argued.

"Are you sure? You've told me this before. And this time you might have endangered us all by bringing this one here." The first retorted.

"Trust me, I know this one won't do us harm."

"And you left our best healer with him?"

"Yes."

"For your sake, I hope you are right."

A tail lightly brushed against his shoulder, and he stepped around to find himself staring at a frosty white she-cat with bicolored green and amber eyes, now aside from those small differences, she appeared very much like he did. And was, most likely, the same breed of cat. He took a long moment to look her over with suspition. In her mouth, she was holding leaves, and her paw was covered thickly with cobwebs.

She put the leaves down at her feet and prodded him down with her clean paw until he laid on his stomach once more. "Please, try not to move until I treat these scratches."

So this was the healer, Yusuf vagely wondered. He watched as she chewed the leaves up to a fine pulp and started to spit the juices into his scratches, though it stung, he hardly flinched. Why were they bothering, he wanted to ask. Are they going to keep him here?

"I hear from Hükümdar that you fell from the sky into a bush. Is this true?" She questioned, lightly pressing the cobwebs into the cuts.

Where had he come from? He did vagely remember falling, the smell of blood, and fear. And... hands? He wasn't exactly sure. So, seeing as this was his best answer, he nodded.

"He thinks you can help us. We have been finding our friends brutally slaughtered, mauled." She explained. "But we cannot do this alone. He still believes in some old cat's tale that the one who falls from the heavens shall save us. I do not think such superstition is true."

"You don't?"

"No. That elder has been on borrowed time for moons now, he's lost his mind and wasn't the cat he once was." She told him. "It's sad to see one go from glory to retirement so easily..."

"I know, it can be rather shocking what one can become," He replied. Then a question came to his mind, and left him before he could stop himself. "What is your name?"

"Sevmek," she answered sweetly, pulling her paws away and once again looking him over with a look of satifation. "And you?"

"Yusuf."

She seemed to smile a little, if a cat could smile that is. "Well it is my pleasure to meet you, Yusuf."

It was probably the feline half of his mind fighting him, but he took a liking rather quickly to this she-cat. When he realized his thoughts, he was quick to bash them away and mentally scold himself. He'd turn back into a man, so it was probably for the best he not get attached to her.

"My friend, our master would like to speak with you." The black Persian cat had appeared at a ramp, a paw lifted and head bowed like some sort of gesture of respect. Yusuf simply mimiced it as a sign that he respected their ways, and followed him up, wondering who this new cat might be.

I know, very little sense still. To make things a little more difficult for everyone in this fic, I'm also going to have cat instincts battling with Yusuf's more human thoughts as he slowly goes insane in this cat body of his.
Oh well, at least things might get interesting! :D