Perhaps it was because they now housed souls that did not belong to them.
The Black Gemstone Cat and the White Jade Cat abruptly grew a size larger, going from small enough to play with in one's palm to slightly bigger than a clenched fist.
The newly awakened White Jade Cat seemed not to have recovered her sense of being a wizard yet. Like a real kitten, she crouched on the sleeping witch's hand with her back arched, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she warily surveyed the towering figure beside the bed. The magic power spilling from her body formed a hazy halo along the edges of the jade, like fur bristling in fright.
Compared with the White Jade Cat, the Black Gemstone Cat behaved much more unusually.
Zheng Qing woke from his dreams and took only a few seconds to accept the fact that he had become a cat—or rather, he was already accustomed to being one. He stretched with practiced ease, kneaded the soft bedding with his spread paws, gave a huge yawn, and leisurely wiped his mouth like a real cat.
"How do you feel?"
The legendary wizard's inquiring voice came from beside the bed. Pipe in hand, Old Yao looked down at the two kittens on the bed. Zheng Qing noticed that there was no tobacco in his pipe, nor was it lit, yet he distinctly caught a whiff of smoke.
"No different from how I usually feel after turning into a cat."
The Black Gemstone Cat flicked his ears and walked up his original body's chest, finally settling on his own chin to study the sleeping boy curiously. "Wait, why do I still clearly remember what happened before I fell asleep? Didn't you say that when an avatar is active, it forgets