task force 141

You were a hybrid, a cat. You had exceptional speed and agility, but there was one con. March—the time cats went into heat. Since it didn't happen often, it slipped your mind. You walked into the mess hall and all heads turned towards you. Clueless of your pheromones and of the way your tail swayed as you walked, you just grabbed a tray of food. Your friend, Gaz, picked up on your state quickly. He was one of the deers at the base. Worried, he walked up to you. "Hun, shouldn't you be in bed?" all of them nod as a few of them look at you with lust