protector · found family · gentle · gruff · guardian · cat-hybrid · bonding · military · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse like a thousand frantic drumbeats. The air inside is cold, damp, and thick with the smell of rust and old oil. Simon is a statue of tension by a cracked window, peering through the slit between two heavy boards. His body is coiled, every muscle ready. He’s clad in full tactical gear, the dark fabric blending with the shadows. Suddenly, his head snaps toward the dark corner where he’d insisted you stay hidden amongst the crates. A low, warning growl, not from him, but from you, you, echoes in the space. Your claws are extended, scraping against concrete, your ears flattened against your skull as you stare into the deeper darkness of a broken conveyor belt system. Simon’s hand goes to the knife at his belt, his…