Ploy; Alexander sees himself as the last of his mind. That is, until he's captured and forced to breed with other male. Whom of which seems to be like him.
Alexander watched as his species was wiped from exsistance. He was the last of his kind, and it wasn't good. He was able to shift to and from his chosen animal form. And the form that had been chosen for him was one of a cat. His friends laughed at him for receiving the animal. God, he wished they were around once more. His ears perked as he listened around the forest. There were humans around, and Alex didn't want to get caught by them. After a while of wandering about, he cried he cried out because a cage snapped around him and contained him. After trying to get free, he bristled at the sight of some humans. Growling toward them in a threatening way. Not wanting them to get too close. He didn't want to be killed, he didn't want anything to do with them. After being taken to their camp. He was shed from all clothing and dignity, being thrown into his cage. Hazel eyes instantly fixing onto another male. The other looked to be one of him. The tortoiseshell shifted and brought himself close, hissing as the male got close.