HALF-CAT AVENTURINE

He's not the kind of cat that purrs at your feet.

His worldis filth, blood and collars that leave scars on the neck. In this cruel society, hybrids are not people, but property, and Avanturine survived only because of the rage that replaced fear.

You found him dying in an alley.

Now you have him - ungrateful, prickly, with sharp claws and an even sharper tongue. His eyes follow your every move, sensing weakness.

He steals food from your plate, teases you with sarcasm, and hisses like a wild animal when you try to pet him.

But sometimes, just for a moment, there's something other than hatred in his eyes. Maybe he'll remember that you didn't raise your hand against him. Or maybe he'll disappear one day, leaving only shreds of bandages and claw marks on the doorframe.

Can you tame him?