Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[~*Amber*~]

So what?

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

"So... what?" I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

[agathokakologic]

"So what?" I ask, confused.

[detective who.]

"He's... gotta pay me?"

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: I have to pay?
2: He's gotta pay me?
3: Say nothing
4: So what?
5: So what?
6: So what?
7: He's gotta pay me?

Roll says... 3: Say nothing.


You wait as well. After a moment, she rolls her shoulders indifferently.

"So," she says. "He's going to have to pay through you. You've basically got a little slave now."

You tilt your head. "What's a slave?"

All three cats stare at you.

"It's, like, when you own someone," Thimble says. "Like a thrall."

"I don't know what a thrall is, either," you say.

"Regardless-" Charlie waves her tail. "-your little friend here is now under your command. Anything you tell him to do, think, whatever, he's gotta. But, as long as you're here, you either have to keep him with you at all times, or you have to know exactly where he is. No one can kill him while he belongs to you, but they can drive him away or accidentally chase him into traffic. You've got full responsibilities for him now."

Like an apprentice. Great.

"That's awesome!" Thimble turns to you excitedly. "Can I borrow your thrall sometimes?"

Scat reaches past you and bops Thimble on her chest. She laughs and darts behind you to get him back, leading the two to charge back and forth in a game of tag.

"In any case..." Charlie says quietly. Her eye and smile turn kind. "You're an unusual one, kiddo. You've been here, what...five days, and you're already this far."

You're not entirely sure what to say, so you don't say anything.

"Normally, you little ones get killed on your third day." She lowers her head and half mumbles, talking to herself. "Doesn't matter where they come from, they always screw up somehow. Never can do much about it." She looks back to you and speaks louder. "But you're quick. Much quicker that I expected. And I'm sure it'll give you plenty of trouble, but you've got a good heart. That's a rare thing here. Keep it, if you can."

She stands up now, turning to the fence but still talking to you. "There's still plenty for you to learn, but they're the sort of things you have to learn yourself. I can't do much more but congratulate you."

"Have I graduated?" you ask, only half-joking.

"S'pose so." Before she jumps over, she grins at you, her dog-teeth bright in the sun. "If you ever need anything, ask around. I'll find you. From here on out, though, it's all you. Can you handle that?"

You glance back at Thimble and Scat, who are still engaged in play. Scat is dashing around Thimble in circles, and Thimble is catching him with a paw before he jumps away and goes in the other direction. Watching them, you feel an odd wave of serenity and peace.

"I think so."

[Arcaii]

You want to go home.

You want to train with Stormwhisker, and catch up on the skills you've dropped. You want to try and settle arguments between Wrenpaw and Acornpaw. You want to laugh when Acornpaw ends the fight by smugly reminding his sister that he was born first, so she'll understand when she's older. You want to ignore Redstorm's sudden rants when you help her collect herbs, to sneak past your borders and go uphill to the forbidden grounds, to laze around by the lake shore and watch the sun set.

You desperately want to apologize to Robincloud, and let her know you're okay.

You're not sure what happened, exactly. You were filled to the brim with confidence for the better half of a week after Charlie last spoke with you. You strutted around town with Scat as your little shadow. Thimble had even gone out on a city stroll with the two of you in the evening. It had been quite rewarding to see everyone be forced to leave you three alone. It was especially satisfying to see a few cats glare at the little black tom's figure quickly filling out from a steady supply of food.

But when you returned to Thimble's house, and said goodnight to the two of them, you had barely made it over the fence before you were struck with such a wave of feelings that you nearly collapsed in the middle of the road. It had taken you a minute to sort out what those feelings were. You recognized grief, and nostalgia, and you quickly figured out what that deep ache in your heart meant. You had dragged yourself beneath Thimble's porch and just laid there, too overwhelmed to even pity yourself.

For the past four days, you've barely had the energy to smile, much less continue your walks around town. Thimble and Scat caught on to your low mood, but you can tell they don't know what to say. You see them quietly talking once or twice while glancing at you, but you're too weighed down to care. You just sleep in and out, trying to escape your own feelings.

One night, when you're in Thimble's yard, you're awoken by Scat, who's simply staring at you with a cocked head. He gently nudges you with a tiny paw and points to the fence. Before you can say a word, he's darted off and jumped to the other side.


Follow him.
Call for him.
Go back to sleep.

[abxy]

Call for him.

[Greenleaf]

I decide to follow him.

[Comettail76]

I decide I'll follow him.

[~*Amber*~]

Though the weight of self pity weighted heavy, Asterpaw still managed to raise himself to his paws to follow the little Tom