(This was written with the help of AI Dungeon)
Jon walked back into her bedroom. Looking into her closest, all of her old clothes had changed to match her new outfits. She then sat down at her desk with her paws making it hard to use a pen."How am I meant to use a pen?" she asked the empty air.
"You're not meant to use a pen," said Bast in her head. "Your paws are too big."
"I'm sorry, but can you help me?" she asked again.
"No," said Bast, with a small smile. "My cats don't need to write. They have human assistants for that"
"I am not one of your cats." she said.
Bast's voice echoed in her head "Not yet. but this is just one of the benefits"
The door opened. Her mum was walking in carrying a tray of clay "This is what was suggested for you to be able to write. Can you use your claw in the clay?"
Jon looked at the tablet. There was a large plate of sticky clay. She bent over and started writing with her claw, leaving deep scratches in the soft material. "Yes, I can use it to write" she said.
Her mother looked at the scratches. "I'm not sure how we'll translate that into a written language, but we can work it out later." She turned to leave.
"I'm going to leave the tray here. You have classes soon, so I guess you need to practice."
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Jon walked back into her bedroom. Looking into her closest, all of her old clothes had changed to match her new outfits. She then sat down at her desk with her paws making it hard to use a pen."How am I meant to use a pen?" she asked the empty air.
"You're not meant to use a pen," said Bast in her head. "Your paws are too big."
"I'm sorry, but can you help me?" she asked again.
"No," said Bast, with a small smile. "My cats don't need to write. They have human assistants for that"
"I am not one of your cats." she said.
Bast's voice echoed in her head "Not yet. but this is just one of the benefits"
The door opened. Her mum was walking in carrying a tray of clay "This is what was suggested for you to be able to write. Can you use your claw in the clay?"
Jon looked at the tablet. There was a large plate of sticky clay. She bent over and started writing with her claw, leaving deep scratches in the soft material. "Yes, I can use it to write" she said.
Her mother looked at the scratches. "I'm not sure how we'll translate that into a written language, but we can work it out later." She turned to leave.
"I'm going to leave the tray here. You have classes soon, so I guess you need to practice."
Jon was left alone. Her eyes were looking down at the soft clay, just seeing her long white claws scratching into the material. She looked back up at the door to see if anyone was there, before bending over and writing with her claw once again.
Her writing was messy, because her hand was not designed to hold a pen, and the scratches seemed jagged and rough, because claws are not designed to write with. Still, she managed to form a sentence on the tablet. The sentence read "I am Jon."
