Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Arcaii]

By the time they've let you out of the brig, you've slept so much you've actually worn yourself out again. An unfamiliar white cat is the one to escort you back to the first building. Any attempts at conversation are ignore.

It's much more crowded today - there's at least a Clan and a half worth of cats going in and out. The white cat makes you sit still in the corner and wait, so you amuse yourself by looking around and silently making snarky comments in your head.

Nice nose, you think, as your eyes rove through the crowd. How'd you smash it so far up your face? What about you, why are your ears still floppy? And your friend's even worse- are they curled?! What kind of ears curl-

"You've got a heckuva stink-eye, you know that?"

You jolt and look up in alarm. It's the gangly patched tom again. He grins at your surprise.

"Take it easy," he says. "I ain't gunna hurt you."

"Are you here to get me?" you ask, getting your fur back in order.

"Yeah. They got it all situated without you." He glances off behind him. "Weird. Usually they bring you in for questioning and stuff. Well, by 'you' I mean new recruits."

"Maybe I'm not suspicious enough," you say dryly.

"We can ask Blitzkrieg about it once we get to the platoon." He looks back at you. "Which, speak of, we gotta get going. We're on the morning patrol, and we can't be late."

You sigh, stand up, and follow him out. You're getting really tired of being carted around like a mouse.

"Say, I just wanted to tell you," he says once you're out of the building. "I know this is all a real pain in the tush, but you don't have to worry, as long as you're with us. We'll take care of you."

"Yeah?" you say dully.

"Yeah." He grins again. "Blitz takes right fine care of her soldiers. In fact, she always takes the newbies, to whip 'em into shape, and get 'em used to everything. In fact, that's why I'm with her - me and Gabber, anyway. Apparently, we're a real pair of charmers."

You give him a funny look. He laughs.

"Not workin' for you?"

"No, not really." You scowl and look to your right. "This isn't exactly a place to meet friends, I assume."

"It ain't. It sure ain't." You can hear the grin broaden as he speaks. "But let's make the most of it! It's a nice morning, ain't it? Why spend it moping?"

Something about his accent is vaguely familiar. You squint, thinking.


Are you a native here?
Where do you come from?
What's your name?
So what's next?

[detective who.]

Are you a native here?

[~*Amber*~]

Where do you come from?

[Comettail76]

Where do you come from?

[Greenleaf]

"Where do you come from?" I ask.

[abxy]

"So..what's your name?"

[Wolvine]

Are you a native here?

[Attila The Hen]

Where do you come from?

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Native here
2: Come from
3: Come from
4: Come from
5: Your name
6: Native here
7: Come from

Roll says... 5: Your name.


"I don't think I got your name," you say. "I know Gabber and...Blitzkrieg. Who are you?"

"Oh, right." He stops and turns to you fully. "I'm Card. The, uh, the comedian, in some circles."

"I'll take your word for it," you say.

"Their words, not mine." He resumes walking.

It's a short walk and two left turns to reach the patrol - a group of about ten cats with Blitzkrieg at the front. You blink in surprise when they all give you a nod or tail-wave.

"No trouble on the way over?" Blitzkrieg asks.

"Nope," says Card. "I thought they were gunna interrogate him this morning."

"The Major has some business downtown," Blitzkrieg says. "Everything's on hold until she gets back."

"Fair enough," Card says.

"You, kid," Blitzkrieg says to you. "Come here."

You step forward, trying to ignore the dozens of eyes on you. Blitzkrieg stands up and meets you halfway.

"Lot Recruit One-Four-Six," she says, voice oddly casual. "You have been stripped of your original title and/or name. For easy identification, you will henceforth be identified as Hopper. You are number four on the Fury Patrol, partnered with Daylight Recruit Three-Seven, row two. Got all that?"

You stare.

"Don't worry, kid," Gabber says. "We'll explain it all as we go. Just verbally confirm."

"Er...yes, ma'am," you say.

"Excellent." Blitzkrieg raises her head. "Form up!"

In one motion, the group folds and sifts past each other, forming two lines with five cats on one side, and four in the other. The space between the first and third row is where you assume you need to go. You mutely line up, not sure what to make of this.

"Let's go," Blitzkrieg says, taking the front. The company moves forward as one. You clumsily try to keep pace.

Once you have the brisk pace down, your mind wanders to your friends. You at least have an idea of where Thimble is, though it turns your stomach to reflect. Scat's disappearance worries you greatly. He does have a talent for managing himself in a big, unfriendly place like this, but the fact that you never saw where he went-

"Hi!"

You start and look to your left. A plump cat is smiling pleasantly at you.


Say nothing.
Nod your head.
Uh, hello.
Hi to you too.

[Comettail76]

I respond,"Uh, hello."