Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[detective who.]

Ask about nomads. Pretty Boy might fall through, and I'd like to have other options.

[~*Amber*~]

Ask about nomads

[hqmary]

Ask about Pretty Boy.

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Ask about Pretty Boy

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Pretty Boy
2: Pretty Boy
3: Nomads
4: Nomads
5: Nomads
6: Pretty Boy
7: Pretty Boy

Roll says... 2: Pretty Boy.


"I have to find some cat called Pretty Boy," you say. “I figure he'd know where to find a nomad and THERE WE GO! THERE’S THE FACE!”

“What face?” Charlie says, making the face.

“The one that everyone’s been giving me when I ask about them! That stupid, shocked look like I grew two heads!” You don't mean to shout, but you can't help it. “Like, okay, they’re forbidden knowledge around here or something, I get it, but they’re the only thing I have to go on so I can get home and go back to my life as a Clan cat so if you can just hold off the shock and horror for a minute and tell me where Pretty Boy is because I'm pretty sure he's the only one who knows where they are so-"

Charlie holds up a paw. "Pretty Boy isn't a nomad, kiddo."

"But he's traveled, hasn't he?" you say, half-desperate, half-angry.

"He's done that, yes." Charlie looks away for a moment, considering something. "He'd probably be the best one to tell you about all that, wouldn't he..."

"About what?"

"Nomads." Charlie has a look on her face that infuriates you - a gentle, pitying gaze like she's going to have to explain to you that Crow-eyes isn't real. "I'll wager he knows more about them than I do. Alright. When are you free?"

"I have three days of this food gathering thing," you grumble, trying your best not to pout. "I have time between dusk and dawn, but not much. I probably can't even get to Thimble's house before then-"

"He lives right near Thimble," Charlie says. "I'm surprised you never saw him."

The noise of rage and exasperation you make echoes down three alleys. Charlie laughs.

[Arcaii]

Once you get your annoyance out, you get back to work on collecting the food. Charlie helps out some, but only in holding trash can lids open or pointing out good areas for grub.

"This is your payment, kiddo," she says when you ask. "If I got too involved, everyone'd be asking me to help them."

"You literally busted me out of a vet's office and then took on a mentorship role the next day," you say dryly.

"That was different," she replies. "You're an outsider - someone needed to take care of you, or you'd be dead. Now you're independent enough to make good on your own promises. A free cat."

You can't argue her, but you do make a point to barb her once in a while. She never takes the bait.

Finally, you have enough, and deposit it at the back of the store.

"I'll stay with the goods," Charlie says.

"I thought you weren't getting involved?" you say, a little sharper than you meant to.

"Doesn't count as involvement if I just lay around here until some other cats show up," she says calmly. "Never know who's gunna take it."


Fine, guard it.
I'll handle it.

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Fine, guard it. If she's wants to help, then I might as well let her.

[sweet tooth]

Fine, guard it

[abxy]

"Fine, guard it." I snap.

[Comettail76]

I reply,"It's fine, I'll handle it."