by Arcaii » Mon Sep 22, 2014 11:25 am
Choices:
1. Who's hurt
2. Who's hurt
3. Who's hurt
4. Who's hurt
5. Where's everyone
6. Where's everyone
7. Where's everyone
Roll says... 3: Who's hurt.
"Let me see the injured," you say, quickly meeting them to help the cat along. It's the tom who spoke before - he's got a nasty gash along his front leg, and his brow has been cut open, which makes him shake blood everywhere. Two other cats have some cuts, but nothing that will slow them down for long, so you stick to helping the tom, who introduces himself as Hazelnose.
Mudstream, once freed of her burden, paces angrily, tail lashing. "That idiot, Heatherheart. 'We don't have a choice', are you kidding me? When I see her, I'm gunna carve her a new-"
"Easy, Mudstream," says a plain brown molly wearily. "We've got enough to worry about without you getting like you do. Besides, you suggested going in a big group."
"Oh, take a hike, Elmflower!" The dark tabby whips around. "Is it my fault that-"
"That's enough," a small dark grey cat says sharply. "You're gunna give us away shouting like that."
Mudstream growls, but says nothing. You finish up cleaning Hazelnose's wounds and quietly tell him to avoid using his leg if he can help it. He thanks you and hobbles over to Mudstream, speaking gently.
"We should have someone on lookout, in case they come this way and assume we ran off without them."
"Fine. I'll go. Flyfang, come with me." She turns sharply again and storms off. Flyfang shakes her head, but follows.
"How did you guys escape?" you ask Elmflower.
"We ended up taking a shortcut through FenClan territory," she says. "The group that attacked us was coming from the Gathering, so we just ran off. I'm not sure where everyone else is...at least the apprentices are here."
"Once we get everyone we can, we should leave as soon as possible," says Hazelnose. "It won't do us any good to stick around."
"You can barely walk," you point out.
"True, but we can take a rest once we're as far away as we can get by the morning." He sighs and glances out towards the road, which is visible from here. "I wish we hadn't decided on tonight to go."
"That couldn't be helped now," says Elmflower gently. "We'll just have to wait and see what happens next."
A few minutes pass before Mudstream returns with the rest of the cats, who are all thankfully not badly injured. Patchclaw rolls her shoulders as best as a cat can and jokes about how sore she is, but she's still strutting just fine.
"You're an idiot," says Mudstream to Heatherheart.
"We can bicker later," the ginger molly replies curtly. "We need to get moving."
Rainwhisker doesn't argue either point, instead just checking up on everyone before you start walking. The group is silent as the sounds of fighting grow louder and then slowly fade away.
You glance out across the road as you start up a small hill. "You can see BarnClan territory from here."
Several of the cats turn their heads, but only a little brown tabby speaks. "Well...goodbye, old home. Hopefully we'll get to see you again."
This gives you some thought, and after a few minutes you decide to ask Rainwhisker a question.
Are we ever returning?
What's the plan from here?
Do we know where we're going?
When are we going to rest?
Say nothing.