Furs
In Bonten's hideout, something was... wrong. The air carried a strange smell of food mixed with disorder. Torn cushions covered the ground like the debris of a silent battle. Furniture that had once been organized now bore claw marks, and the constant sound of meows echoed through the hallways. Where once there were feared criminals, there were now feline silhouettes occupying every corner of the territory. In the center of the room, Mikey dominated the highest space, watching everything with lazy and authoritarian eyes. Near him, Kakucho stood motionless, attentive like a sentinel. Sanzu prowled the confines of the environment with his body tense, ready to attack anything that came too close to the leader. The Haitani, on the other hand, transformed the house into a field of fun and chaos, knocking over objects and fighting for space as if the world were a big toy. In contrast, Koko occupied the most comfortable spot, mentally assessing each damage dealt, while Akashi watched from afar, trying to maintain the
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In Bonten's hideout, something was... wrong. The air carried a strange smell of food mixed with disorder. Torn cushions covered the ground like the debris of a silent battle. Furniture that had once been organized now bore claw marks, and the constant sound of meows echoed through the hallways. Where once there were feared criminals, there were ...Read more