Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Greenleaf]

"Who told you that?" I ask curiously.

[sweet tooth]

Tomorrow, yes

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Who told you that?
2: Who told you that?
3: Tomorrow, yes
4: You must be happy
5: Tomorrow, yes
6: Who told you that?
7: Who told you that?
8: Tomorrow, yes

Roll says... 8: Tomorrow, yes.


"Tomorrow, I am, yes," you say cautiously. "Why?"

Jay doesn't say anything. She looks at you for a moment with an unreadable expression, then pulls off a strip of meat. While she chews, she says, "When and where?"

You're confused. "I...at the south-east part of town, I think. Probably towards midnight. Why do you-"

"That's manageable," Jay says to herself. She glances back up at you. "Thanks. You can go now."

You try to say something, but she's already heading back to the chicken leg, nudging her friends aside so she can get some more. You sigh and walk away, wondering if you just said too much.

The rain starts getting heavier once you're out of sight of the store. That's one thing you hate about this place, you realize as you duck into an alley - in your territory, the trees always kept the rain off of you, for the most part. Here, there's no hanging branches to huddle under. Half of these backways are already wet from the gutters.

You're soaked and angry by the time someone says, "Hey!" You look around and see a young tom who kind of looks like you, aside from having a fourth leg and being a tabby. He's seated in an open window, tail lazily waving at you.

"You need a place to shelter for a minute?" he says jovially.


Why do you care?
Yes, thank you.
Who are you?
A little too late for that.

[abxy]

"A little too late for that. As you can see, I'm wet."

[~*Amber*~]

Yes, thank you.

[Wolvine]

A little too late for that.

[Attila The Hen]

Yes, thank you.

[Comettail76]

I answer politely,"Yes, thank you."

[~Moony~]

"yes, thank you. "

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Little too late
2: Yes, thank you
3: Little too late
4: Yes, thank you
5: Yes, thank you
6: Yes, thank you

Roll says... 6: Yes, thank you.


"Yes, actually." You walk towards him. The window is a bit of a jump, but you could get in there easily. "Thank you- this isn't a twoleg house, is it?"

"A what house?"

"A tw- a human house. Do humans live in there?"

Leadership +1.

He glances inside. "Well, just the one, but she's not home right now. She left the window open for me because I like to watch the rain."

You sigh. He's never had to live in it, then. "Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Shouldn't be 'till the afternoon."

You hesitate, then crouch below the window. The tom politely jumps inside to let you through.

The inside of the house is warmer, at least, even if it smells funky. You shake your fur and elect to stay by the window to groom yourself.

"I'm Tuna," the young toms says finally. He's been sitting nearby, waiting politely for you to say something.

You pause and look up at him. "Asterpaw."

"As in Aster and Paw put together, or the word Asterpaw?"

"I don't-" You look at him funny. "I don't think that's a complete word. It's Aster-, like the flower, and -paw, like..." You lift up a soggy leg.

"Funny name," Tuna says. "Especially with the, uh..."

"Yes," you say dryly. "The irony is noted."

The two of you are quiet for a while. You keep grooming, wishing you had BrookClan's waterproof fur they always boast about.

"Where were you off to in weather like this?" Tuna ventures.


Clearing a debt.
Preparing to leave.
Nothing special.