Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[~Moony~]

Look for the Glen first, the Ocean isn't going anywhere.

[~*Amber*~]

Glen first

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Ocean first. But only so you can get a quick look.

[agathokakologic]

Look for the glen first, we need to concentrate.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Ocean
2: Ocean
3: Ocean
4: Glen
5: Glen
6: Ocean
7: Glen

Roll says... 1: Ocean.


"Let's get to the water," you say. "It doesn't look like there's much out there blocking our view. We should be able to see the glen from there."

"Can we go swimming?" Thimble asks.

"If you feel like it, sure." You start walking for the blue horizon. "Come on, we're almost there."

...

The ocean is much farther away than you anticipated.

It takes a full hour of walking to reach the water. In that time, the land flattens out and the grass becomes stiff and thin. Golden and purple flowers crop up so suddenly that you double back to see where they began. The rumble of the oceans steadily grows into a roar. You watch huge white birds with long, crooked wings glide on the increasing wind, sometimes floating in place, and then circle back to join their flock, crying out in strange voices. The smell of salt has become intoxicating. You're almost dizzy with all the new sensations.

Abruptly, the land ends. Thimble has to be grabbed by the tail to keep her from walking right off a cliff. You scan the ocean, seeing nothing but huge white waves and clouds. There's a little bit of ground below, but there's no way you could get to it from here. You watch the waves crash into the shore over and over with more power than any of the waves a boat would cause back home.

Pretty Boy was right. Your lake is really looking like a puddle right now.

You're startled out of your hypnosis by Thimble, who nudges you and points with her tail to your left. You can see a dark green smudge in the distance.

"That must be it," you say quietly.

"Be a little more excited!" she says, grinning. "You're about to find out how to get home."

"My Clan is never going to believe this," you say dreamily, staring out at the water again. "They'll think I'm crazy."

"Youcansayafishbityourlegoff," Scat says.

You sigh.

"Averybigfish," he adds. "Withteeth."

"You think there's fish in the ocean with teeth?" you say.

"'Sbigenough." Scat's voice is conversational, but his eyes are shining. He can hardly look away either.

Several minutes pass of complete silence. Finally, Scat shakes his fur and nods to you. You look at Thimble, and she nods as well.

"Alright," you say. "Let's get to that caravan."

[Arcaii]

It's another hour of walking, which you would mind, if you weren't so busy gawking at the ocean. The shore below is smooth and tempting, but you can never reach it, even with the curves and dips the cliffside makes.

Thimble is having a ball. She eagerly points out the flowers, and mounds near the water, and the different birds, who all seem greatly interested in you. Some of them are bigger than you, but none of them care to come close enough for a completely accurate measurement. You wonder how they stay aloft with such gangling, thin wings.

Scat stays close to you, but he only wants to look at the ocean. He actually startles you at one point by shouting, and when you look his way, you see something in the water cause a splash and disappear. Neither of you have any idea what it was, but minutes are wasted away eagerly discussing what it could have been. You become so engrossed in theories, in fact, that you hardly notice when Thimble says, "We're here!"

You bump into her on accident. While you step back, you stare at the trees. Huge, and vibrant, and a shade of brown you've never seen at home, they tower over you in a way that fills you with awe instead of intimidation. The ground ahead of you is coated in green stuff that are something like grass, and something like bushes, and something like leaves. The air feels oddly fresh, and clean - in fact, you can hardly smell the ocean from here, though you can hear it just fine.

"This must be it," Thimble says. She calls into the forest with a worldless yowl that makes you flinch.

"Where'd you learn that?" you ask, irritated at being startled.

"I was a house cat," she says. "That's how you get your humans to come out and feed you."

"But there aren't any hu- twolegs here."

"Should still work on cats."

A blue tabby pops up out of the undergrowth almost silently, and almost directly in front of you. She looks quite irritated.

"What do you want?" she asks gruffly. "You woke me up."


We're looking for a caravan.
Are you with Momma?
A cat named Mist sent us.
Sorry for waking you.

[abxy]

"A cat named Mist sent us."

[Comettail76]

I respond,"A cat named Mist sent us."

[Wow I keep thinking of the Mist I made instead of Pretty Boy]

[~*Amber*~]

We are looking for a caravan

[detective who.]

Sorry for waking you.