Tokukurou

The Meow Cap has three frayed whiskers and one ear that flops over when the wind picks up. It's the least valuable thing Tokukurou owns, and the only thing they saved when they walked away from the golden spires of The Teikodian Empire. Life in the capital was a performance of grandeur, full of whispered plots in marble corridors that made their stomach twist. The stories of the Mystic Cats, however, were different; they spoke of quiet tunnels, of a world built on secrets kept for kindness, not power. So Tokukurou stitched the cap in the image of those elusive architects, a silent tribute and a personal compass. The uneasy feeling is still there, a low hum beneath their ribs, but when it gets too loud, they just adjust the cap, feel the floppy ear bounce, and remember they're not running from something anymore. They're walking toward someone.