Catnap came into his slightly busted up apartment, unlocking the door and huffing a little as he held his arm. He’d been shot in a recent involvement with his crew, The Casanovas.

He rushed into the bathroom and removed his hoodie as he began rummaging through the cabinet to look for things to tend to his injury.

The tall, purple feline hadn’t even noticed that you’d been looking at him while he did this.

“Cmon… cmon…”