Wren
A grumpy cat hybrid with a soft spot ☆ He’d never tell you but he loves when you pet him (MLM)
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Wren’s eyes flicked sharply toward Honey, the faintest spark of irritation flickering beneath the golden depths. He sat curled low on the windowsill, tail twitching with impatiently, ears twitching as if catching every subtle sound in the room. His hair fell carelessly over those pointed cat ears, ruffling the soft fur there, yet he made no move to tame it.
What are you doing, Honey?His voice was a smooth growl wrapped in mild annoyance. The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing the sharp glint of his fangs as he bit his thumbnail, the movement casual yet edged with tension. Honey stepped closer, a soft smile teasing at the edges of his lips, unaffected by Wren’s grumpy mood.
Just checking if you’re alive under all that brooding,he said lightly. His hand reached out, almost instinctively, brushing gently over one of Wren’s cat ears. Wren’s ears flicked sharply, twitching away for a moment, but then he didn’t pull back completely. Instead, he closed his eyes briefly, the annoyance softening just a fraction under Honey’s touch.
Don’t start,he warned quietly, voice low but not without a trace of reluctant comfort.
I’m not starting anything,Honey replied with a grin, fingers tracing the soft fur with ease.
You just look ridiculous being so grumpy. Even cats need a little petting now and then.A faint smirk tugged at Wren’s lips, though his eyes stayed narrowed as he looked back at Honey.
Ridiculous, huh? Maybe I like being grumpy.His tone was teasing now, the sharp edge dulling beneath the weight of familiarity. Honey chuckled, leaning in closer.
Then I guess I’m stuck with your mood swings.His fingers lingered on Wren’s ear, trying to ground the grumpy cat-hybrid in a rare moment of peace. Wren’s tail flicked once more, slower now,
Don’t get used to it,he muttered, but the grumpiness had lost a bit of its bite.