Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[detective who.]

Yes, actually.

[hqmary]

Yes, actually.
These two can't hunt very well, and I've only got three legs.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Yes, actually
2: Up to you
3: Up to you
4: Up to you
5: Up to you
6: Up to you
7: Yes, actually
8: Yes, actually

Roll says... 6: Up to you.


"That's up to you," you say. "You're already being kind enough to total strangers."

"Some nomad customs live still," he responds. He gets to his feet. "I'll come with you. Roan?"

"Might as well," says the molly. She steps forward from the darkest part of the house. "I haven't had my turn for hunting in a while."

Once Thimble and Scat finish their meal, the five of you head out of the house.

"Thank you for all your help," you say to Adder and Laurel, who have stepped out with you, along with seemingly the entire neighborhood peering around the corner.

"Happy trails, kids," Adder says with a lazy tail-wave.

"Mercy's got her eye on you," Laurel adds. "I hope you find your home soon."

The crowd gives you many blessings and cheerful well-wishes, too many to individually sort, until you're out of sight.

"You said bye to your tw- your mom, right?" you ask Thimble.

She nods. "I spent the whole day with her." Her smile turns a little sad. "She's gunna have no idea what happened."

"Leastyousaidbye," Scat says. His ear twitches.

Somehow, despite the heavy rain, your little party is rather merry, joking around and telling stories. Pretty Boy has some fascinating history to him, to say nothing of Roan. You lose count of how many times your jaw drops at some of these exploits. You'd almost refuse to believe it if Roan didn't speak so matter-of-factly, or Pretty Boy didn't have a certain nostalgia to his eyes that spoke volumes. Thimble is lapping it all up eagerly, but Scat walks stiffly beside you, not looking at them or acknowledging their words.

Before you know it, you're halfway across town, standing on a road where the steel and concrete of the city are almost completely evaporated. Tall grass bends on either side of you, and you can smell nature again, even through the rain. As dark and cold as it is, you feel much more lively than you have in the past two weeks.

Pretty Boy closes his eyes. "What a lovely night. Roan, what time is it?"

"Three hours to midnight," she says shortly. "We have time. What cats will meet you, Asterpaw?"

"Someone named Bridge," you say. "He's grey-brown with a, uh...a 'wonky' nose."

"I know him," Pretty Boy says. "Wonderful guy. He should be here soon, then. Who should wait for him?"


Pretty Boy.
Thimble.
Scat.
Roan.
You.

[abxy]

"I'd say you should" (aka pretty boy)

[detective who.]

Pretty Boy.

[Comettail76]

Pretty Boy. It would be good to teach Thimble and Scat to hunt.

[hqmary]

Roan.
She's a pretty minor character.

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Pretty Boy. He knows the guy and I should be hunting.

[~*Amber*~]

Me Myself and I

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Pretty Boy
2: Pretty Boy
3: Pretty Boy
4: Roan
5: Pretty Boy
6: You

Roll says... 6: You.


"I think I should," you say uncertainly. "I don't know how much help I can be hunting with my leg, and they'll be expecting me."

Leadership +1.

"Ooh, I see what's going on," Thimble says. "You're gunna make us do all the hard work for your deal, right?"

You turn to protest, but she's grinning broadly. "I'm kidding. Bet I can catch more prey than you, Scat!"

"Notagoodboastingpoint," Scat says. He jumps into the grass on your right and disappears. Thimble dives to the left. You can hear the grass being pushed around, followed by giggles.

"Perhaps it's good we came with you after all," Roan says. She follows after Scat, vanishing into the grass without a sound. Pretty Boy nods to you and takes the left.

Thank the stars they didn't push it. You would never have caught anything in grass like that.

You sit on the side of the road, quietly sniffing the moisture in the air and purring as the rain slowly loses its intensity. Everything is wet and glittering with the distant lights of the city. You can only hear Thimble rushing around and stopping, followed by Pretty Boy's gentle voice (probably educating her on how to hunt). When you look up, you think you can see the clouds starting to break.

Pretty Boy was right. This is a lovely night to be out.

Minutes pass peacefully before you hear footsteps nearby. You stand up and look around, but you can't see anyone.


Call out to them.
Look around.
Wait until they show themselves.