What do you get when you combine a scheming Shakespearian villain, a magical cat who borders on being a demigod, a whole lot of intense, messy emotions, and piss-poor communication?

Drama. So much drama.

Really, it's a wonder it hasn't happened sooner.

But one day everything is fine, and the next things on the Barge are... off. At least with the 'stray' cat population that makes up the Cat King's court. Without his encouragement to treat the humans on board civilly so long as they make no attempts to harm them, they're back to behaving as proper ferals - hissing and swatting at people who enter their space, even accidentally. Swiping food from plates in the dining hall when their owner turns away for too long. Even some unfortunate marking. People who have built up a relationship with these cats organically are mostly fine, but everyone else? Potential threat.

Occasionally the Cat King is among them, a particularly dour looking orange tom, quick to lash out at anyone who tries to get handsy. His human form is a rare sight, but can be caught - clad in black - sitting on the railing on Deck, or in a dark corner of the Speakeasy. Expression dark. He turns his back on people who try to approach, no matter how hot they might be, which is at least as alarming to those who know him as the fact that he actually appears to be drinking multiple White Russians, rather than simply nursing them all night.

Those who keep an eye on his movements (let's be real, mostly Hanna), will note that he's aggressively avoiding Iago's cabin, where he once spent most of his nights and frequently parts of his days, as well. His own cabin is getting far more use.