Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[detective who.]

Charlie.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Does it matter?
2: Charlie
3: Charlie
4: Charlie
5: Charlie
6: Charlie
7: Charlie


Roll says... 7: Charlie.


"I'm Charlie," you say carefully.

The tom puffs out a breath. "Another Charlie, too. Well, fine. You'll receive a new name and assignment by tomorrow. Blitz, can you get one of your kids to take him to the brig?"

"Duly," Blitzkrieg says.

"Right. Recruit's quarters." Duly rolls his eyes and heads back to the brick pile. "I'll alert the Major."

Blitzkrieg nods to you and leads the way back to the patrol. "I'm gunna see what I can do to keep you with us," she says. "You'll be much safer than with anyone else."

"Can you guarantee that?" you say dryly.

"I can."

You make a weak attempt to glare at her. She matches your stare until you look away.

The dark brown molly, Gabber, is the one who leads you off to another building nearby. Just behind that building is a smaller one called a shed, which is currently empty on the inside, but guarded by two burly toms who don't even look at you.

"We haven't had a whole lot of cats come by lately," she says. "You'll have this all to yourself. Nice, right?"


Nice. Right.
I'll be alone?
Thanks. I guess.
Say nothing.

[~*Amber*~]

I'll be alone?

[hqmary]

Nice. Right.

[Wolvine]

Thanks. I guess.

[detective who.]

I'll be alone?

[abxy]

"Thanks, I guess." They were awfully nice for what they'd done, to be honest.

[Comettail76]

Thanks. I guess.

[Greenleaf]

"Thanks, I guess," I mutter reluctantly.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: I'll be alone?
2: Nice, right
3: Thanks
4: I'll be alone?
5: Thanks
6: Thanks
7: Thanks


Roll says... 2: Nice, right.


"Nice," you say darkly. "Right. A real treat."

"I know, I know," Gabber says. "It's only for tonight. Hopefully, you can stick with us. Blitz's patrols are always fun. Well, about as much fun as you can have here, but-"

"Gabber." One of the toms narrows his eyes.

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Gabber grins apologetically at you. "Well, see you later, kid!"

She trots off, waving her tail.

"Into your quarters, Footloose," the guard says. The other one lowers his head, probably laughing.

You consider saying something back, but instinct tells you to just do as they say.

The inside of the shed is spacious and empty. Several shelves, just long enough to rest on, line all four walls. You guess that this place can hold half a Clan in it on a good day.

It's still light out, but your training holds over. You tuck yourself into a corner, cover your eyes with a paw, and try your best to doze off. You're honestly too worn out already to stay angry.