The cat pauses and turns around; worry now creasing his forehead. "You can choose which way to go from here."
He glances to his left.
"The Revolution has branched off and lives in the Southern Sector." He continues, glancing to his right. "The Tribe lives in the Northern Sector."
He then looks you dead in the eye.
"You must choose."
He glances to his left.
"The Revolution has branched off and lives in the Southern Sector." He continues, glancing to his right. "The Tribe lives in the Northern Sector."
He then looks you dead in the eye.
"You must choose."
Do you follow this kind cat to his tribe?
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Or turn your back on him and join the Revolution?
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