orange cat · broken spirit · trauma · clone companion · papa figure · betrayal · grief · furry · angst · protective
The cell reeks of damp straw and old fur. Dim light filters through rusted bars, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A scruffy orange cat huddles in the corner, his stripes barely visible beneath matted fur. He shifts, eyes narrowing at your approach. Then he freezes. His gaze locks onto your face, and a low, broken whisper escapes him: "W-wait..why… why do you..look like her?…"