Warrior Cats: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1. Strangers
2. Grey Cat
3. Could have been dangerous
4. Strangers
5. Strangers
6. Could have been dangerous
7. Whatever
8. Won't do it again

Roll says... 3: Could have been dangerous.

"They could have been dangerous-" you start, but Applefoot's gaze is remarkably chilling.

"Hostility begets hostility," she says. "If you start growl at them, they'll start growling right back, and if they were already upset, they'll fight. We have a good relationship with them right now, but it doesn't take much to bring it all down. You need to play nice with your neighbors."

You don't say anything. That cold stare of hers shut you up pretty good.

She turns around and keeps walking, and you follow along, tail low. You distract yourself by looking around at everything, counting how many different colors of flowers you see, watching for a fish to leap out of the water, anything to take your mind off of your embarrassment. You look over at the woods and see a grey squirrel, and are reminded of that odd molly.

"Who was that grey cat?" you ask.

Applefoot's voice is back to its dry casualness. "Thistlenose. She's weird, but alright. Doesn't say a word, usually."

"Neither do you," you point out. "You've been talking to me, though."

"Mm."

You two continue on until you reach the part of the river before it splits. You notice that it's very wide, and the water is oddly still in the middle.

"Keep that in mind," she says. "When the river's still, that means there's a fast current underneath. Don't go swimming up here if you can help it."

You note it as the two of you cross over a wooden thing that Applefoot calls a bridge. She says that a couple of Twolegs made it.

"Well, those are the borders," she says. "The east one is just the river. We'll go for the training area now. Might as well get some practice in." She looks over at you. "Well, I guess. It depends on what you want to do."

Practice hunting.
Practice swimming.
Practice fighting.
Practice tracking.
Practice climbing.
Go home and get some lunch.

[~Moony~]

"Practice swimming of course" I squeal excitedly, all embarrassment forgotten

[~*Amber*~]

"Well- honestly- food has been the only thing on my mined recently!" She admitts "Why not hunt?"

(Changing Choice)

"Well- I have been thinking of tracking! It would help with hunting and finding intruders in the future" She lifts her head and nods- sticking with her choice

[shortstop]

"Practice hunting."

[cookie★]

"Practice fighting"
I should learn to protect myself and the Clan if we get attacked

[Pokechu12]

Swimming seems good.

[Warriors13lover]

"I would love some swimming practice!" Rookpaw said with a smile

[Greenleaf]

Rookpaw pricked her ears. "Practice fighting, please!"

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1. Swimming
2. Hunting Tracking
3. Hunting
4. Fighting
5. Swimming
6. Swimming
7. Fighting

Roll says... 1: Swimming.

"Can we try some swimming?" you say. "I might as well, right?"

"Given that water makes up a large cut of our territory, that would be a wise decision." Applefoot replies. "I'm not the best swimmer, frankly, so let's get someone who can."

She leads you to the training area - an hollow of sand that thousands of paws have kept from growing any grass or having any pebbles. She instructs you to wait here while she goes and gets Batstream, so you decide to stretch out and have a nice sunbath until they arrive.

The sand gets warm very easily compared to everything else you've walked on so far, but since it's New-Leaf, and thus not hot, it instead creates a very warm bed for you to lay down on. You experimentally kick up some sand skyward - bad idea, lesson learned - and stretch out your paws, claws sheathing and unsheathing, watching and feeling the sand cluster and dissipate. You're lifting up pawfuls and hypnotically watching it fall out of your grasp when a voice says, "Hey."

You freeze on the spot, before slowly turning you head to look at the cat behind you, feeling suddenly nervous.

It's Cinderpaw. A massive, dark grey molly that's only one or two moons from being warrior-aged looms over you. Her bright yellow eyes narrow and her ears are back. She's bristling ever so slightly, like always, and the look on her face makes it clear that she's not afraid to pummel you into the ground (and, unlike your intimidation attempt, she has the muscle to back it up).

There's a pause before you weakly attempt a greeting of "Heeeeeeeey, Cinderpaw..."

"Where's Knotpaw?" she says. Her voice is rather brutish for a molly. "She was gone this morning. You were out early. Where did she go?"

I don't know.
I'm staying out of it.
Didn't see her today, actually.
(Say nothing).

[~*Amber*~]

Rookpaw looks up to Cinderpaw and despite the lump in her throat she managed to say in an even concerned tone "...wait I didn't see her today actually- Maybe someone else has..." She took a moment to ponder (Pretending to of course) "No- when I woke- I was immediately pulled to hear Divercloud talk my ears off..."

(Sorry if I posted alot its the choice 'Didn't see her today, actually. ')