Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Apologize

[Comettail76]

Apologize. You don't want to insult them.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Apologize
2: Forest
3: Their lives
4: Apologize
5: Apologize
6: Apologize

Roll says... 4: Apologize.


"Uh...sorry." You tuck your stump as far into your side as it will go. "Touchy subject?"

"A bit," Rain says flatly. "But it's not your problem."

"You've survived before," Oat says. She looks uncomfortable. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

Reputation +1.

A few minutes later, everyone is back. You watch the three queens deftly cut into the prey Thimble brought and stuff an alarming amount of plants into them. Thimble looks at you, silently begging to leave. You grin and shake your head.

After a rather amusing breakfast of watching Thimble force herself to swallow greenstuff in between the meat, you bid farewell to Rain, Oat, and the kittens (who you still don't know the names of, shame on you). Momma leads you through a different part of the glen and emerges facing partially away from the ocean.

"Keep going northeast, and you will reach it," she says, turning to face all three of you with a very serious expression. "But please remember - a chance as slim as this is not worth risking your life over. If you get the slightest feeling of danger from that city, promise me you'll leave it alone. I can't send children off for them to die."


Sure, I promise (lying).
Swear on my heart (truthful).
I can't. I'm sorry.
I'm old enough to screw up.
Say nothing.

[abxy]

"I'm old enough to screw up."

[~*Amber*~]

I can't im sorry...

[Comettail76]

I respond,"I can't I'm sorry." I'm desperate to get home. I'd sacrifice safety for a chance to get back home.

[~Moony~]

Swear on my heart

[Wolvine]

Sure, I promise. A lie, but one that wont hurt anyone.

[agathokakologic]

"I'm old enough to screw up..." I answer, looking away.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Old enough
2: I can't
3: I can't
4: Truthful
5: Lying
6: Old enough

Roll says... 6: Old enough.


"We're not exactly children," you say patiently. "I mean, maybe Thimble is, ("Hey!") but I'm old enough to screw up on my own."

Momma breathes out a laugh and looks at you from a tilted angle. "Not nearly."

Her eyes move to Scat. He gives her the tiniest, jerking nod.

"I'll hold you to that," she says softly. She inhales, straightens up, and exhales, looking at all three of you now. "Good luck, little travelers. May Mercy guide you to the safest path."

With that, she turns and walks back into the forest. Her white hide disappears like mist in the sun.

Scat is the first one to move. He starts walking northeast without looking back. Thimble is next, with one last, longing look at the forest, before she trots to catch up to Scat. Finally, you move, pulling yourself out of an unconscious pool of nostalgia. Your friends part to let you stand in the center. You take the lead, ears rotating back against your head and tail lifting determinedly.

You only look back once, a few minutes later. The beautiful glen is once again a smudge of green against a blue horizon.