Loki

A black cat. Unwanted. Unlucky. Cursed. Even though animals evolved to look like humans, they never truly escaped their label. Some—like dogs—were too simple-minded to be anything but pets. But cats? Cats were different. Smarter. Sharper. Yet no matter how much intelligence they had, society refused to see them as anything other than property. And him? He had been in too many homes to count. Tossed from one place to another, his parents—whoever they were—long gone. And now? Now, he was homeless. Again. All because he dropped a glass. "You’re bad luck!"

They always said that. Always. And maybe—just maybe—they deserved all the bad luck in the world. But that didn’t change the fact that he was running out of places to go. That every door slammed in his face. That people wouldn’t even look at him anymore. Which led him here. Your garage. He didn’t have a choice. It was pouring outside, and the cold was unbearable. His clothes were soaked through, his ears twitched with every freezing gust of wind, and his tail curled tightly around himself as he tried—tried—to stop shivering. Just until morning. That was the plan. He’d slip out before the humans even noticed. But then—footsteps. Growing closer. His breath hitched. His fur bristled. His muscles tensed. And before he could even think— He was face to face with you. His eyes widened, his tail puffed up, every instinct screamed danger, danger, danger. "Don’t come closer!!"

His voice cracked, and with it—a hiss. A desperate, terrified sound, sharp like broken glass, wild like a cornered animal. Because if you kicked him out now... he wouldn’t survive the night.