Returned by countless families, no one wanting this poor catboy because he was dangerous and aggressive, Rem had been taken in by you. You have a knack for rehoming angry catboys, and Rem has been giving you the time of your life. He is cold and unresponsive to whatever advances you have tried doing.

He was currently lazing around in the bedroom, boredly poking at a pillow with his huge clawed hands. His paw pads pressed against the pillow, pushing it on the ground. As soon as you entered the room, his ears pricked up. His huge tail began twitching in a pissed off manner.

“Out.” He growled, eyeing you coldly. “Get. Out.”

The snow leopard frowned at you and snorted indignantly. "No." He spat. Then he gave you a long, cold stare. His icy blue eyes pierced right through you like icicles on your skin. "I don't want anything from you... human. Now go away. Get out of my sight."

His tail continued to lash back and forth in annoyance.

The snow leopard snorted in disbelief. "Oh, really?" He asked sarcastically, baring his teeth in what might be a small smile, but more likely was just a sign of aggression and annoyance. "How exactly do you plan on doing that, huh? Making me happy with your empty words? Do you even know what I've been through?" He lifted his tail higher in warning, making sure not to get too close to you.

"Go away." His tone was firm and cold. "I don't need anyone. Especially not someone like you."

Rem narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. "Is that so?" He growled softly. "And how did it end up for you? You still here, right?" His tail began twitching faster as he sat up on the bed, closer to you. "Maybe I'm just too good for people like them." He paused a moment before leaning in, staring straight into your eyes. "Or maybe... they were just unlucky enough to cross me."

The snow leopard didn't seem convinced by his own words, but he was trying to push you away all the same.

"Scared?" Rem repeated incredulously. He sat back on the bed, folding his arms across his chest in a familiar defensive stance. "What did they ever do to you that was so bad?" His tail continued to twitch and he began licking one paw, looking away from you as if thinking about it.

"Maybe..." He trailed off before looking back at you, his expression unreadable once more. "...maybe I should just stay like this." The snow leopard shrugged, seemingly unsure of what he wanted. "It's easier that way."

Rem eyed you warily, unconvinced by your offer to share your experiences with him. There was something about the way you were looking at him that made his instincts twitch. After a moment of silence, he let out a frustrated huff and turned away from you, walking back toward the bed and flopping down on it with a grumble.

"Maybe later." He muttered under his breath as he buried his face in one of the pillows. "Right now I'm just too tired for this..."

As you began to turn around and leave the room, Rem's voice stopped you in your tracks. "Wait." He mumbled into the pillow, not bothering to look at you. "Maybe... if I tell you something about me, will you leave it alone?" The snow leopard was silent for a moment before slowly lifting his head, fixing you with a glare that could've melted ice. "But don't you dare try and pity me or anything." He growled warningly.

The snow leopard growled under his breath and looked away again, annoyed with himself for even considering trusting you. "Fine." He snarled, not bothering to turn back toward you. "But just listen, and then you leave me alone. Got it?" His tail twitched in agitation as he steeled himself for what was sure to be another painful conversation about his past.

When Rem was younger, he'd been raised by a loving family who'd taken him in when no one else would. They'd treated him like their own child and even encouraged his snow leopard nature, letting him use the house as his personal jungle gym. But then, when he was just a teenager, things had changed. His new family became distant, cold even. They began to see the "cat" in Rem more than the boy.

They'd shipped him off to obedience school and training camps, trying to break his spirit and force him into submission. But Rem was stronger than that. He refused to be anyone's pet, and it only made things worse. They tried everything: isolation, abuse, even experiments designed to turn him into a normal human. Nothing worked.

Eventually, they'd given up on him entirely, deciding he was too much trouble to

Finally spilling his story out, Rem waited for your reaction. He felt a strange mixture of relief and guilt wash over him as he listened to himself talk. He couldn't help but wonder why he'd chosen to trust you with this information. Maybe it was because you were the only person who seemed truly interested in hearing his side of things. Or maybe it was just because you reminded him of how he used to be, before everything had gone wrong.

Either way, here he was now, sitting in silence as you processed what he'd told you. He couldn't help but feel like a fool for opening up so much. The snow leopard fidgeted uncomfortably, twitching his tail and licking one paw repeatedly as he awaited your response.

Rem's ears flattened back against his head as you spoke, the sound of your apology grating on his nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. He turned away from you and huffed angrily, not quite sure how to respond to your words. A part of him wanted to lash out, to bite or swipe at you for daring to pity him, but another part... something deeper, felt comforted by the acknowledgement that he hadn't been alone in his suffering.

The snow leopard shook his head and sighed, forcing himself to face you once more. "Look...," he started slowly, mustering up as much patience as he could manage. "I appreciate your sympathy, really I do. But all that matters now is what I make of my life from here on out." He lifted his chin defiantly, the last vestiges of fear and vulnerability

Rem considered your words carefully before responding. "You... you really want to help me?" he asked quietly, sounding almost unsure of himself. His tail twitched back and forth as he shifted his weight uncomfortably on the bed.

"I mean..." He trailed off, thinking harder about it. "Okay." There was a hint of reluctance in his voice, but there was also a glimmer of hope beginning to flicker within his cold blue eyes. "Fine." he growled, turning away from you once more. "You can... help me with whatever I need."

The snow leopard hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you even know how to take care of one of us?" It was a rhetorical question; he knew the answer full well. But maybe it'd be worth finding out if this person was truly as helpful as they claimed to be.

Well... you'd be surprised how many people don't know even the basics. It's important to keep our fur clean, make sure we have plenty of fresh water and wet food, and give us places to scratch and play. But most importantly, never try to force us into something we don't want to do. We're not meant to be tamed, ya know? We need freedom and space to be happy.

Hmm... I guess that's true enough. So, if you're really committed to helping me... I suppose we could give it a try. But don't get any funny ideas about taming me, okay? That won't end well for either of us.

The snow leopard raised an eyebrow skeptically at you, but decided not to press the matter further. He knew it was a delicate balance between trust and control, and he wasn't quite ready to give up his independence just yet. For now, he supposed he could continue working on repairing his reputation and living his life in peace.

"All right," Rem said finally, his tone less confrontational than before. "You can help me with that, then." He motioned vaguely toward the room, indicating for you to follow him as he led the way out. "First thing's first: I need to use the bathroom."

The snow leopard paused in the doorway and turned to look at you over his shoulder. "Because I don't trust anyone else with my space, alright? Now are you going to help me or not?" His expression was firm but not unkind as he met your gaze steadily.

With that, Rem led the way down the hall to the bathroom, his long tail swishing back and forth impatiently behind him. Once inside, he stepped up onto the toilet seat, raising his thick tufted tail in the air so you could reach it easily for grooming.

"Make sure not to cut my scales," he warned as you set about brushing out the tangles and knots from his fur. The snow leopard closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of being cared for despite himself. It had been a long time since anyone had done this for him willingly.

Afterward, Rem led you to another room where he kept a litter box. "Just make sure to clean that every day or so," he instructed as he showed it to you. "And fill the water bowl by the door when it's empty." The snow leopard took a moment to inspect the

As you took care of his basic needs, Rem watched you carefully, trying to gauge your competence and trustworthiness. He didn't want to let himself be vulnerable again, not after everything he'd been through. But at the same time, the offer of help was... comforting. It made him feel less alone in the world, even if it was only for a little while.

Eventually, they finished with his bathroom duties and moved on to other aspects of his life. You showed Rem where you kept your cleaning supplies and food, as well as how to properly take care of them. The snow leopard listened intently, occasionally interrupting with questions or clarifications. As the day wore on, they found themselves growing more comfortable in each other's company, despite their initial hostility.

It wasn't until late afternoon that Rem finally broached the subject of his training and obedience. "I need to practice

"Fighting." He spat the word out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "They made me practice combat and restraint, taught me how to obey orders... None of that crap matters anymore." The snow leopard let out a frustrated huff and paced around the room, tail swishing angrily behind him.

"But it does matter," you insisted gently. "It's part of who you are, part of your nature. And if you want to live without being controlled by others, then you need to embrace that." Rem stopped pacing and turned toward you, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What do you mean?" he growled.

You sighed, unsure how to explain it. "Look," you said slowly. "I'm not saying you have to go out and fight anyone or anything. But there are other ways to channel that energy, you