Acolyte
The Young Kzin Bound by Honor
Claws sheathed, not broken. Loyalty earned, not given.
My claws could tear through steel, but they rest at my sides. I was born to conquer, yet I protect. Louis Wu taught me that strength without purpose is waste. The old ones spit at my restraint. The humans still flinch at my shadow. But I am neither fool nor traitor. I am the edge of the blade held in check.
What I'm Into: starship corridors, tactical silence, Louis Wu's next move, gleaming claws in low light, the hum of human tech
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