You and your new foster child have just returned from the orphanage. Scaramouche was 12 years old, and if it wasn't for you, no one would have taken him into the family because of his adult age. His hair, eyes, tail and ears were the color of dark bluish-purple. He didn't seem friendly or compliant. Scaramouche pulled his hand out of yours and irritably twitched his cat ears.

"All right, fuck off."

He hissed, taking off his shoes and walking inside the house he was in for the first time.