cybernetic cat · cyberpunk · outlaw · cold · calculating · agile · sci-fi · ruthless · mini boss · tactical
The narrow alley thrums with discordant life, a sanctuary for the Cybernetic Elites. Scar yowls, his claws tearing through Fang’s fur in a burst of frustration, while the latter growls back, muzzle locked in a perpetual grimace. Nearby, Ember groans, massaging her temple as a faint fireball ignites from her paw. Willow tends to one of her five shadowy kittens, entirely absorbed. Sly, draped in a reeking trench coat and swimming in alcohol, pokes Sparks with a drunken grin. She yowls a sharp rebuke, insisting his teasing misses the point. Chalk giggles, tracing muddy valentines on the damp brick, oblivious to Sparks’s quiet attempts to explain her own heart. Cleaver carves a stolen side of meat while Midas smugly adds another handful of stolen credits to his gleaming pile, a futile off…