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Originally Posted by Peril
Sascha
The Collector
he/him | 39 moons He smiled softly. Good. Good, Morgan would stay. That was... he shouldn't say 'good' again, that wouldn't do any good. Oh! He did it again! Damn.
"Do you need anything? You look so worn out, I can run and fetch you some prey I'm sure." He suggested, his paws unsurely carrying him forward and sitting close to the ragged-looking tom. He felt awful about the whole thing. I mean, Morgan really didn't seem to be in very good shape. Sascha truly, truly wished he knew how to help that.
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The loner's offer to help was quickly taken as an offensive remark. Morgan's dark eyes shot over to Sascha, as if he was going to lash out. But, he held his tongue, knowing better than to bad-maw his only chance at survival... For now. Still, he chose to sulk in his own head before responding.
'Does this tom think I'm weak? I could catch my own prey! I'm better than him in any way!' Morgan's head wrinkled in thought, restraining a bruised ego for the sake of surviving this night. If it weren't for the loud arguing in his own head, he might have been able to hear the other thought subtly growing in the back of his mind. Somewhere near his last memory, before it all became an absent blur, an authentic question challenged his beliefs.
'Why is he doing this? Cats don't act like this. Do they?'
As quick as they came, these thoughts were pushed back down. No cat had been like that, and this one should be no different. If Morgan wanted his own survival he had to act like every other living cat he'd come across; cruel, assertive, and selfish. That is the only way loners survived from what he had learned, and this one was just an outlier. Though, being in his nature to learn, the question of 'why' was sure to come back to him again later.
"... You may do, whatever you want." Morgan answered reluctantly, choosing not to take the unpleasant route and risk losing this sleeping spot. He gave Sascha the choice, yet still tucked his striped head into his wounded body, obscuring it further from view. His eyelids closed to rest while he waited for the tom's response, but his head felt like it was beginning to float, as though he might unexpectedly drift off in this short moment.
( : D Thank you so much for telling me how to do that!)