~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

"Oh, hi, I was just listening to what I heard Crimson call 'politics'" Falcon replied to Robin.
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"Yeah, we wouldn't let anyone lead us," Night replied. "And if we did it would be Iris or Papyrus, or probably both. I regret saying that....." He trailed off.
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Iris and Papyrus decided to stop their gossiping to find out the latest gossip that the cat's were having that Crimson calls "politics" which maybe it is, cause he is older and wiser than everyone but his brother and Thunder.
"Hm!," Robin returned. "And whats going around?"
 
Fennec padded towards the small group yelling at each other. He pricked his ears at the word 'politics.' If there was anything he enjoyed, it was politics.
 
"Hm!," Robin returned. "And whats going around?"
"They think the Thunderers are heading to the jungle. And who knows why, but it seems a lot are from SnappingRiver Tribe, a Tribe from the jungle that an oppressive rogue named Cobra, the rogues dictate some Tribes in the jungle. Some want to have a revolution, but it seems there is conflict about that." He flicked his tail toward all the cats in that group, but Mongoose, Flame, Thunder, Night, and River in particular. "It seems as though they are carrying straggler. I'm not social, but you, you are. You go ahead. I'm no good at greeting cats," the scrappy sand cat observed. Although he was getting better at greeting them.
 
"They think the Thunderers are heading to the jungle. And who knows why, but it seems a lot are from SnappingRiver Tribe, a Tribe from the jungle that an oppressive rogue named Cobra, the rogues dictate some Tribes in the jungle. Some want to have a revolution, but it seems there is conflict about that." He flicked his tail toward all the cats in that group, but Mongoose, Flame, Thunder, Night, and River in particular. "It seems as though they are carrying straggler. I'm not social, but you, you are. You go ahead. I'm no good at greeting cats," the scrappy sand cat observed. Although he was getting better at greeting them.
Robin softly gazed at Falcon. "Why don't you come with me then. You need to socialize more." A purr started to rumble in her throat. "And besides," she flicked her tail over his ear. "If you can't talk with them, I'm always there." The reddish she-cat winked.
 
"Fine," said Falcon. He liked to talk about them socialist regimes anyhow. (Is it weird that in the graphic novel they are facing a socialist regime too?)
 

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