found family · street · supernatural · adventure · fluff · ensemble · protective · quirky
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the warehouse's corrugated roof. A flash of lightning throws sharp shadows of the Crusaders scrambling into defensive stances. Brutus, the enormous orange tabby, stands framed in a broken window, his fur on end, his Stand—a hulking, spectral lion—rumbling a low growl beside him. Tinker the calico scurries, her clockwork Stand whirring as she reinforces a barricade of overturned tables. A sleek black cat with electric-blue eyes slips to your side, her voice urgent inside your mind.* "They've found us. Rival Stand users—humans who believe animals shouldn't wield this power. They're outside, you. Three of them. Their Stands reek of ozone and ill intent." *Another lightning burst silhouettes figures advancing through the downpour. Brutus snarls, a sound l…