Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[~*Amber*~]

Stand your ground

[detective who.]

Stand your ground.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

Advance: 0 votes
Stand your ground: 6 votes
Run away: 0 votes

Result...Stand your ground.


Perhaps this isn't your war, but you won't flee from enemies, especially with the thought of their treatment of Thimble. Too much is riding on your victory here to run away.

You look at Card and Gabber, who have expressions of total confidence, and at Blitzkrieg, whose face is hard to see, but has a hint of a smile on it. You bare your teeth in a half-grin, take a defensive stance, and brace for impact.

---

Your name is Scat.

You're about a year and a half old (you think, you've never counted). You're the runt and the last of a rather large litter, and the only son of a molly some would refer to as a witch. You're a scout for the Corps, a military group controlling the western part of the city of Moores, and you take pride in your skills of agility and stealth. You're alone in the middle of the night, just behind a shopping center, hearing the fights of patrols and mobs and the distant sound of human productivity.

And you are currently sitting by the body of the tom that saved your life.

It's strange, you think, lifting a tiny paw (weak, frail creature) and resting it on his bloody shoulder. He was almost a year old, aged by the harsh life of a feral cat, and yet, even now, his youth shines through. His face is wrinkled and hardened - evidently he had been trying to bite down on another cat when he was killed. You don't know. You didn't watch.

(you could have stopped this)

You slowly look over his body, only moving your eyes since your head is too heavy to lift. Only his neck and shoulders have suffered any real damage - his back leg is a little nicked, but you think that's because he was knocked down again to make things easier. He probably didn't make two minutes in. Maybe he had been killed early. Maybe he died quickly.






(failure)









Dog claws scrabble on the concrete nearby. You muster the strength to look up and immediately squint, grunting in pain. Your neck is sore from keeping your head low. Faint streaks of morning light are chasing away what few stars you can see (you hate the stars). You didn't notice how cold it was before.

Turning your ears (huge, ugly, awkward) to listen better, you estimate that the dog will be here within half a minute if it keeps walking and doesn't pause to mark or smell anything. It'll probably catch the scent of the body and come in for breakfast. Maybe you should stay, too, and it can have a snack on the side. Ha. Ha.

You're hilarious. (idiot)


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[abxy]

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[❤ Sunberry ❤]

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[Comettail76]

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[Wolvine]

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[~*Amber*~]

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[agathokakologic]

I turn around and leave now.

[detective who.]

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