Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[hqmary]

Right alley

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Far right
2: Far left
3: Far right
4: Left
5: Far right
6: Right

Roll says... 6: Right.


"Here," you say quietly. "Follow me."

You turn and start jogging down the right alley, ears open for danger. Thimble stays close enough for your tail to touch her nose.

This alley is completely barren, and the din of the city is supernaturally muffled. As you turn corners and weave through abandoned roads, you become more on edge. This emptiness seems almost deliberate.

And yet...

You lift your head, scanning the sky. This isn't right. There aren't even any birds here. You can catch a smell, though, beyond the tar and dust. Something like...

A shadow vanishes from one of the roofs.

"Thimble," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"What?" Hers quivers.

"I think we're in a trap."

"What do y-"

Something slams into you from behind. Your back leg is swept out from underneath you. Your front shoulders are pushed harder than you can struggle against. You hit the ground.

Thimble shouts. You hear paws racing towards you, but as you raise your head, a brown cat uses both of his front feet and shoves your skull into the concrete. Your vision explodes into whiteness.

"Leave him alone!" Thimble shouts.

You try to rise again. Your head slams back down into another wave of dizzying pain.

"I'm trying to keep you alive, boy," someone with a deep voice hisses. "Stay down."

"Stop that!" Thimble's pawsteps. She suddenly shrieks.

"Oh, sh- we got company!"

"Grab her, come on!"

"What about-"

"Move it!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME! NO!" Thimble's voice is raised to a scream. "GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET-"

Something is dragging on the ground. Her voice fades away.

"Thi..." Your head swims as you struggle to your feet. "Thimble?"

You're alone.

"Thimble!" Your legs shake. You feel like your head is upside down. "Hello?"

"I thought so," someone says.

You whip around to face the voice. The sudden movement makes you wobble hard enough to flop back onto your side.

Seven or eight cats jump down from a wall of cement that you didn't see before. One of them, a white cat with a dark face, pauses and narrows her eyes. The others stop behind her immediately.

"See, I told you," a cat behind her says.

"Yes." The leader looks at you coldly. "Not exactly prime, but it'll do."

Before you can say anything, she steps forward. She towers over you from your position.

"Greetings," she says, in a bored, clipped tone. "You are under arrest for trespassing upon declared territory. Any attempts to escape, or inflicting injury upon this platoon, is punishable by death. Follow me."

She turns and starts walking away. Two cats come and stand on either side of you.

"C'mon, kid," one of them mutters. "It'll be easier if you comply."

You stare up at them, mouth open. The one who spoke gets a worried look on his face and nudges you to your feet while the other one gives you a little push forward. The five remaining cats encircle you completely, all of them passive and stoic. You stumble along mutely, unable to get a look back at the place you were just in before it's around a corner and out of sight.

[Arcaii]

You find your voice a couple minutes later, when your head has stopped feeling like it's clogged with cobwebs. The two cats on either side of you won't look at you - like the others, they only stare straight ahead.

"Where-?" you start.

"Quiet," says the molly in front sharply. "You are to remain silent until we arrive."

Reputation -12.

You have half a mind to argue, but something tells you to obey. You settle for keeping your eyes on the ground, trying to think.

The noise of the city gradually grows louder and louder, and the pavement becomes smooth and empty of any plants. When you're finally told to stop, you look up to see a mass of grey and black, with roads somehow floating in the air and twining around to converge with other roads. You're standing on some sort of cliff overlooking the city.

You're anxious with questions. The cat to your left - a ginger tom - glances at you once or twice.

"Hey, Cleo," he ventures.

The white and grey molly looks at him with steely eyes.

He flinches. "Um, ma'am, I mean..."

"Speak," she says curtly.

"I know we aren't s'posed to, but... can I talk to the kid?"

"What about?" She looks at you like you're a rotting piece of food. "This cripple won't have any valuable information."

You snarl automatically. Everyone turns their heads and looks at you.

"He's probably confused, ma'am," the tom says quickly. "We can at least read him his rights, can't we?"

The molly narrows her eyes, glancing over the two of you. She jerks her head back forward. "We're supposed to meet Blitzkrieg's patrol anyways. You have five minutes."

"Thanks, ma'am..." The tom turns to you fully, with an apologetic smile. "Well, what's on your mind?"


Curse them out.
What is this?
Where am I?
Who are you?
Where are you taking me?
Say nothing.

[abxy]

I had the urge to cuss them out, but instead say nothing.

[hqmary]

Say nothing. Inflict the cold defiance of silence upon their sad, mortal SOULS.

[Comettail76]

I ask,"Who are you?"

[~*Amber*~]

Curse them out

[Wolvine]

Who are you?

[agathokakologic]

Say nothing.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Say nothing
2: Say nothing
3: Who are you?
4: Curse them out
5: Who are you?
6: Say nothing.

Roll says... 4: Curse them out.


You curl your lip. "What's on my mind? What do you THINK is on my mind? Do you want to take a guess?"

The tom's face falls. "Er, I know this is all new and upsetting, but-"

You give him a pin-point precision word strike that sends the whole company into a roar of laughter.

"Ahee hee!" A bulky tom with a torn up face shakes with giggles. "I dunno what you expected, man. They're all like that."

"Well, I just thought..." The tom lowers his head shamefully.

"There's your answer," the molly at the front says shortly. Everyone immediately falls silent. "Now focus."

You scowl and glare at the ground. Maybe you didn't need to take it out on him, but you don't have the ability to apologize right now.

You're so caught up in stewing in your anger that, a few minutes later, you jump when the molly says, "Hail!" and everyone snaps to attention. You look up to see what everyone is staring rigidly at.

Another patrol of cats is headed your way - about five or six of them, all casually chatting to each other. Your patrol leader growls, but her fur stays flat.

The one at the front of the other group halts, lifting her head. "We heard fighting."

"The brutes found a party of tourists," Cleo says frostily. "We've collected one from the empty lot."

You're shoved forward just as Cleo steps to the side. You stumble into the open, find your feet, and glare up.

The molly in front of you is only a little taller, but something about her just seems to dwarf every cat in this spot. Her fur is a deep red, with thick but faint stripes scoring her pelt like flames. Her nose has a big white stripe going up it to the forehead, while her chest is more broadly marked. Her front toes and tail are also white, but what stands out the most are her eyes - two deep green marks that so perfectly mask her emotions that you're immediately unsure of how to approach her.

She scans you with her eyes, then looks past you. "No others?"

"We believe there was an intact female with him," Cleo says. You look back at her to see that she's barely holding in... what? Anger? Resentment?

Whatever it is, it's exclusive to her. Everyone else looks like they're gazing upon a messiah.

"Mm. Poor girl." The fire-red molly inhales and continues casually, "Continue your patrol. I'll take him back to base."

Cleo cannot hold in a growl. She sharply turns right and stalks off. Her group hesitates before following her.

"N-nice seeing you, Blitzkrieg, ma'am," one of them says quickly.

"Honored, ma'am," another cat says. He follows his group after one look back.

"You're with us, then," the molly says to you. Her voice is calm and relaxed, despite your death glare. "Come along. You got a name?"


Asterpaw.
Aster.
Charlie.
Kiddo.
Does it matter?