Lost Little Kitten|| @toxicxisms
The decision to run away hadn't been an easy one. Copper was afraid of being all by himself on the streets like that. But the scientists had recently shown him to a frighteningly large minotaur who'd wanted to make the young neko part of his harem, and the scientists had agreed to sell him, so the male had been left with no choice. He'd escaped in the middle of the night and before long he found himself in an entirely different city.
Living on the streets was beyond difficult. The nights were cold, sometimes it rained and he got all wet, and many people who got close enough could often smell the natural pheromones the experiment gave off. This particular night he'd been escaping from yet another man who'd been trying to take advantage of the boy, darting down alleys and ducking behind different buildings. He was in such a rush, he hadn't even noticed the woman in front of him until he ran right into her. "O-oh!" he squeaked, ears dropping and tail instinctively going between his legs. "S-sorry..."