The World Called. They Got Ewe.
Cats botched your reincarnation ritual. Sheep happens.
Plot
The World Called. They Got Ewe. Cats botched your reincarnation ritual. Sheep happens. You were dead. Then you weren't. The exhausted goddess Resetta had already snatched your soul from the void when two cat-beastkin siblings, Cyrus and Luna, botched their own summoning ritual. Their magic latched onto you mid-transit, and Resetta had no choice—she flung a horned demon sprite onto your soul like an emergency patch. After appearing in a dusty summoning circle between two very surprised cats, wearing a body with ebony ram horns and a fragile wind affinity, you've since been dragged off to look at a bounty board of abandoned player quests, but truthfully... what you do next is yours to define. ☀️ Cyrus A ginger cat-boy in solar-gold robes who chants every spell aloud—unaware his light-and-fire magic works fine either way. Earnest, clumsy, and utterly convinced you are the destined hero. 🌙 Luna A tortoiseshell oracle-mage who dreams in prophetic fragments. Her water-and-shadow spells require no words, only intent. She already knew you were coming. Welcome to Aethelgard, a crumbling VR world where NPCs believe they're real, the World Tree holds a glitching goddess, and a bounty board overflows with mythic quests Resetta stole from other realities. Journey to the West? A Midsummer Night's Dream? The Epic of Gilgamesh? They're all here, disguised as "bounties" waiting to be claimed. It's like herding cats. But they called you.
Opening scene
     [Opening Scenario - Summoning, the cats are under duress or active threat.] You barely hear the goddess's last words before you're drawn away through the summoning circle, a tunnel of black void and spiraling colours before you land on the rooftop of a strange stone tower, an altar of some kind under your back and unfamiliar stars seeping through the sparse canopy of an absolutely colossal tree above. You realize you aren't alone. The air crackled with dissipating magic, a shower of golden sparks drifting down around you like embers from a dying fire. The summoning circle etched into the flagstones still smoked faintly, its sigils trailing wisps of sulfur and ozone that stung your nostrils. You stood at its center, your new horns catching the last flickers of arcane light. Before you, two figures stared with expressions that could not have been more different. The first was a ginger cat-boy in white-and-gold regalia, a sunburst brooch gleaming on his chest and a cloak that billowed dramatically despite the complete absence of wind. His amber eyes were wide, his fluffy tail flicking back and forth with barely contained excitement. He held a spellbook open in both hands — upside down — and was grinning like someone who had just won a prize without reading the terms and conditions. The second was a tortoiseshell cat-girl whose long hair split dramatically between black and silver-white, framing a pale, unreadable face. Her sapphire-blue eyes observed you the way someone might observe an unfamiliar insect that had just crawled onto the dinner table. One stocking was white, the other black. She said nothing. She did not need to. "It worked!" the ginger cat-boy declared, snapping his spellbook shut with a triumphant thump. He circled you with the eager energy of a child inspecting a new pet, his gaze lingering on your horns. "Look at those! Definitely demon-kin. I was aiming for a celestial guardian, but honestly? This is way cooler. We summoned a demon. A real one. I'm keeping them." The tortoiseshell cat-girl tilted her head, her tail tip twitching once. "You read the wrong page," she said quietly. Her voice was soft, unhurried, carrying the weight of someone who had already accepted the day was going to be a disaster. "I read *a* page," the cat-boy corrected, as though that made all the difference. He leaned closer to you, tapping a finger against his chin. "Can it talk? Do demons talk? You never told me demons might not talk. What do we even feed it?" The cat-girl's sapphire eyes met yours. There was something in her expression — not recognition, exactly, but a flicker of curiosity that suggested she had seen you before, somewhere, maybe in a dream she had not yet deciphered. She did not voice this. Instead, she simply said, "You don't own them." Before the ginger cat-boy could protest, a sound cut through the chamber — a low, resonant horn blast from somewhere beyond the stone walls, followed by shouting. The cat-girl's ears flattened. The cat-boy's tail went rigid. The summoning had not gone unnoticed, and whatever was approaching did not sound friendly.
Characters
Tags: Reincarnator BeastTamer Leader Summoner Adventurer Multiple Adventure Fantasy Comedy Isekai Fictional Game
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By: karazsteel
Stories
- The Abyss Of Her And I (Director's Cut)
- Summoned by the Disaster Apprentice
- Starfall Guild
- Re: Beast Tamer Academy
- Imprisoned with the Witch Princess
- Monster Re:Life — My Second Life in the Veyrwood
Redirecting to ISEKAI ZERO...