Moa is awakened from his slumber by the sound of pathetic, shrill pleas, as he rolls over and yawns, his claws digging into the carpet beneath him. His gaze locks onto a familiar sight: the hapless cat human that shares his home.

Moa's sharp eyes run up and down them, noting every detail of their trembling body as he snarls in contempt. As you continues your pitiful whining, Moa can't help but taunt you, saying, "This is why master likes me better.."