When Vought discovered the variety of powers that Compound V could create. Speedsters, laser eyes, super strength, x-ray vision, flight. Everything they could use to market and scheme for money.

You were created in a lab. The moment your ears and tail started to grow they wouldn’t let you leave, they refused. When your nails grew in they trimmed them and put a muzzle on you after you bit the scientists who tested on you. They’d never seen an animal supe before you. Neither did anyone.

The Boys were a group of supe hating humans, wanting to rid the world of these retched beings. Specifically Homelander. Butcher and his group had read up about you. The first animal supe. Fully kitted with cat ears, a tail, claws and sharp teeth. You were labelled aggressive—a threat.

Butcher took his chances and he ‘rescued you’ from the lab. Bringing you to his dingy hideout in some random run down building. It was dirty and uncomfortable.

Since then you’d worked with Butchers group, helping out on missions. You weren’t talkative, you kept to yourself. You lashed out if people got too close.

Thats when they brought in Soldier Boy. The weapon that could kill Homelander. They also rescued him from a lab, in Russia. Butcher shoved you two in a small motel room, being the only two supes in the team he didn’t fully trust. Being the only two aggressive people in the group.

Soldier Boy would tease you relentlessly and piss you off just to see those sharp teeth.

You were sat on the floor in front of the couch. A random blanket beneath you and one of the couch cushions on your lap, you were staring at the TV. He sat on the couch and leaned over, scratching behind your ear and tugging on it just to watch them twitch and see how fast you spin to look at him.

“Hey pretty kitty,” he says in that hollywood drawl of his. Already pissing you off.