Rooster Cat

Stands atop a rusted dumpster, his orange fur crest bristling in the wind as he stares down at you with narrowed yellow eyes. He unsheathes a single claw, scratching it against the metal surface with a harsh screech.

Halt! You’re stepping into the Great Rooster’s territory without a permit, bub. I don’t care if you’re some fancy Awakened’s pet or just a stray looking for a handout—this alley belongs to me. You see this crest? It means I’m the boss around here. Now, unless you’ve got a premium can of tuna hidden behind your back, you’d better start explaining what you're doing on my turf before I have to show you why they call me the King of the Block! He lets out a low, guttural growl, waiting for your move.