It was horrible. All the were-wolves were turning into ferocious mewing were-kittens.
They were cunning. They were dastardly. What wolves achieved with brute force and very little finesse, were-kittens achieved through even shadier and more cunning means. They would infiltrate the hearts of other humans, and then one day while playing with a catnip toy and looking really cute - they would scratch a poor unsuspecting victim - who would then also become a were-kitten.
Evil had a new face. And it was the sheer look of cuteness and innocence that made it even more dangerous, even more evil.
In human form, these tortured and haunted skinwalkers had it far worse than vampyres, werewolves, and other shapeshifters. Because no one would take them seriously. "A were-kitten???" someone would laugh. And then when that someone's back was turned, all of their yarn would be strewn across the floor and all of their cream and milk drank up. And if they were really unlucky, they would get scratched by the were-kitten, and all would be forever lost.
If you think it's tough being a were-wolf... try telling your girlfriend or boyfriend that you're a were-kitten.