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Originally Posted by ~dust~
He was tough but not tough enough
You survive? Well then you must not know what real living is like
Her voice trailed of when she saw the two-leg.
That was surviving? Trying to just eat scraps. Nala shuddered and was glad she had a safe place.
But she wanted him to have a safe place to.
Then she said
Baylor why don’t you join me I have a place with food and shelter and protection. My family is there and many other cats that will protect you from bad things like two legs
Her voice was soft and persuasive
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(It's actually spelled Balor. I named him after an Irish myth about a tyrant leader with one eye.)
Balor stopped and swung around to face the irritating Nala. "Look, I don't know why you're recruiting me, but I'm not falling for it. I am perfectly happy living where I am." He glared at her. "Why would I leave when I have everything I need right here?" He swept his tail around the den, indicating the grinders and the machines, filthy after not being cleaned for years and the stinking piles of rotten meat.