After a rush of yelling, gunshots and screaming, you found yourself weaving between pieces of rubble. Your fur was dirty and your stomach rumbled loudly.

Your movements seemed to catch the eye of a soldier wearing a skull mask. You were scooped up and wrapped in a rag, and despite your flailing and hissing, he held you close.

“Ghost?” A different voice called out, a man with a mohawk running up to you two, “What’ve you found?”

The masked man, now dubbed ‘Ghost’, simply replied, “Cat.”