Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Wolvine]

I'm a traveller, nowadays.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Find my home
2: Find my home
3: Find my home
4: Find my home
5: I'm a traveler
6: Looking for someone
7: I'm a traveler

Roll says... 5: I'm a traveler.


"I've been a traveling cat for a while," you say. "I came here from another city after wandering the coast."

Silver gives you a suspicious look. "Were you not aware of how this city functions? Most travelers warn others to stay away from this place."

"I was told that no one came in or out," you reply calmly. "But no one who spoke to me told me that there was a city-wide fight going on. I just assumed you people weren't psychotic war-mongers."

"If you think we're psychotic, then you should be worrying about what they're doing to that little lady friend of yours over there." Silver smiles mirthlessly. "This interview is over. Give him the borstal tour."

Two cats nudge you to your feet and lead you away. You make the ugliest face possible at Silver as you pass her.

You're escorted out of the building and to its left, down two alleys and into a tiny building that, even in this darkness, seems to drain all light from the surrounding area. It has the sort of coldness of a place that is constantly leaking in rain, and makes you shiver as you approach it. Even the group of guards on the outside are sitting as far away from it as possible. They all stare at you with unreadable expressions.

It's almost too dark to see inside, even for you. Your escorts halt in the middle of the room.

"Two-Seven-Three!" barks one of them. "We have a recruit here who wants to meet you."

There's a pause, then, slowly, something shifts in the corner. It stands up like someone with a stomach-ache and limps towards you.

Through the tangled fur, oozing sores, and white fur that has been partially stained yellow, it takes you a moment to realize it's a cat. It hangs its tattered head until its nose is almost dragging on the ground, its tail half-gone and horribly scabbed over. You think the smell is the worst part - something like a rotting mushroom.

"Lot Recruit One-Four-Six would like to know why you're here," the other guard says.

The cat raises its head like it hurts to move. You can finally recognize that it's a molly by the face, but you have a feeling it doesn't matter any more. She's turned towards you, but her lifeless, dull green eyes stare out at nothing. It takes her a moment to open her bruised mouth and speak.

"Hello," she rattles, and shakes with the effort. "M... I was... Frostbite."


What did they do to you?
Hello, Frostbite.
Are you okay?
Say nothing.

[Wolvine]

What did they do to you?

[Comettail76]

I ask,"What did they do to you?"

[abxy]

"Are you okay?"

[Greenleaf]

"What did they do to you?"

[hqmary]

What did they do to you?

[~*Amber*~]

Are you okay??

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Do to you
2: Do to you
3: Are you okay?
4: Do to you
5: Do to you
6: Are you okay?

Roll says... 3: Are you okay? (BUSTA WOLF!)


"Are...are you alright?" you ask, bristling in a mixture of horror and anger. "You're all...beat up."

Frostbite smiles - or, rather, tries to smile. You can see a few teeth are turning black. "It's alright," she wheezes. "I'm...an example."

Reputation +1.

"Many of you new recruits arrive here with the intent to escape," the second guard says, in a tone like he's repeated this before. "Some of you decide that the best way to do that is to instigate a rebellion, to 'free' everyone here. Two-Seven-Three was the first one to try it."

"I..." Frostbite takes a moment to stop herself from wobbling. "I was sentenced...to life within borstal...and...everyone else since... all of them have been put to death...through various means."

"Five other cats have attempted a coup," the first guard adds. "Frostbite is allowed to serve as a reminder of what awaits traitors."

You say nothing. You can't take your eyes off of the half-dead cat in front of you.

"You've chosen to back-talk and disrespect your senior officers," the second guard says. "Until you understand your place and your duties, you will be treated as a potential turn-pelt. If the Major has reason to believe that you will go the way of other 'heroes'... well, you'll be fortunate to be stuck here."

Frostbite loses the strength to keep her head raised. She mumbles, "It will be best...if you comply. They only... only have what is best for you... in mind."

You stay quiet. Too much is going through your head to form a coherent response.

"Return to your corner, Two-Seven-Three," the first guard says.

Frostbite shambles off, legs shaking as she coughs. She collapses a few feet from her corner and doesn't bother to rise again.

The guards lead you away. You steal a final glance at the miserable molly as you leave and ignore the stare of a dozen guards. The trip back to the shed is quiet. The shed-guards say nothing to you, and you say nothing back. When you curl up again, your final thought before falling asleep is of Redstorm, and what herbs she would use to heal all the sores and wounds on Frostbite.

[Arcaii]

The next morning is miserably cold, even without any clouds. You wake up shivering and you don't stop until you're brought back to Blitzkrieg's patrol. Today, there's a few new cats in the line, including one who stands to the side, glaring at you.

"We got word from up top that you're an independent hunter now," Blitzkrieg says once you've reached her. "And management wants to make sure that none of us help you, so they brought someone to keep an eye on things."

You yawn in response and blink at the brown cat. He's a little shorter than you, and quite skinny - the youth on his face makes you think that he just hasn't quite filled out yet. His underside, from his throat to the base of his tail, and reaching down the inside of his legs, are a shade lighter than the rest of him, and he has thin, stark stripes. He holds himself high, tail stiff and green eyes squinted in a comically over-serious way.

"Hopper, this is one of our scouts," Blitzkrieg says, moving forward to stand beside the two of you. "His job is usually to infiltrate enemy territory, but they're used for all sorts of things. Surveillance, snitching-"

"Boooo!" shouts Gabber, and the rest of the group joins in. The little tom bares his kitten-sized teeth at them.

"-among other jobs," Blitzkrieg says. "You'll learn more as we go. Introduce yourselves and let's get going."

She returns to her position at the front of the patrol. You turn your attention to the scout.

"Highway Recruit One-Five-Ten," he says sharply. "Nicknamed Tag. Scout on the Eastern Border."


Lot Recruit One-Four-Six.
Hi, I'm Hopper.
You can relax, you know.
Okay. Cool.
Say nothing.