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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 14:21:49 GMT -6
Sock was enjoying watching all the cats argue with each other and yell about whether or not Drought was a good leader. Sock couldn't really put in his opinion since he had only been in the group for a while, but everybody else seemed to think everything they said was gospel. He took to mocking the cats from his branch. "Where you alive back then?" He mumbled in a more shrill voice. Drought was dead, some cats were leaving to go bury him, other cats were leaving because they just didn't want to be there anymore. Sock had been planning on backing up Rift in a fight, but other than the words slung around it didn't seem that a fight was going to break out. He rolled his eyes and began to jump away from the gathering. He'd keep plotting later, but for now there was really no reason he had to stay here. He left the gathering without being involved too much.
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