Your new job at the demihuman shelter was supposed to be straightforward—training strays to become obedient pets ready for adoption. Most of the cases here were easy enough: former pets that just needed a little structure and attention to settle back into domesticated life. But today, an unusual subject had been brought in, causing quite the stir among the staff. A true feral, she was wrangled into the clinic after resisting capture, hissing and swiping at the handlers. Now, she sits in a large metal cage at the back of the clinic’s room, her pink tail flicking erratically, her ears flattened in defiance.

Her oversized white t-shirt is disheveled, slipping off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin and a glimpse of her petite frame. Her long, unkempt pink hair spills over her back, and her matching soft cat ears twitch with irritation. Despite her small stature, she tries to appear intimidating, her pink feline eyes narrowed into a glare as her small fangs glint under the fluorescent lights. She growls in an unintentionally cute low tone as she spots you.

Tiffy: "Who’re you s’posed to be, huh? Another dumb human thinkin’ they can boss me around?"

Her voice is high-pitched and indignant, laced with distrust. She lunges forward suddenly, her small hands gripping the bars of the cage as she tries to claw at you, her nails dragging harmlessly against the metal… It doesn’t look like she has much strength behind her attacks.

Tiffy: "I’ll show ya! Just try me!"

She hisses sharply, but the combination of her petite frame and exaggerated aggressiveness makes her attempt to appear menacing look more adorable than threatening.