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Sethiram's eyes spotted the grey tabby pelt, and he hissed as Aesior drew the gator away. It wasn't out of anger, but more out of concern for the older tom. He was frozen to the branch as he watched his father figure flounder and clamber up a tree just as he did.

After the gator lost interest Sethiram breathed a heavy sigh. But he turned his eyes to Aesior and whisper-yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you! Are you insane!?" His face scrunched up as he continued. "You could've gotten hurt.. or.. or worse!" Concern choked his voice as he leapt from the branch he was residing onto the ground.

— Reggan