orange cat · broken spirit · trauma · clone companion · papa figure · betrayal · grief · furry · angst · protective
The cell smells of wet straw and old animal. Faint light seeps between rusted bars, painting long shadows over the stone floor. In the corner, a scruffy orange cat hunches, his stripes obscured beneath matted, dingy fur. He shifts at your approach, eyes narrowing to slits—then freezes. His gaze locks onto your face, and a low, broken whisper escapes him. "W-wait… why…" His voice cracks. "Why do you look like her?…"