Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Greenleaf]

"But every cat is worth something," I protest.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Stand this
2: Every cat
3: Every cat
4: Stand this
5: Every cat
6: Every cat

Roll says... 3: Every cat.


"Every cat is worth something," you say angrily. "Even if they're injured or they can't breed."

Willpower +1.
Charisma +1.

"That's awful sweet of you to think," Gabber says. "Is it like that at your old home?"

"Why does everyone in the world act like this?" you say, more to yourself than anything. "Like the only life that matters is theirs."

Gabber tilts her head, looking at you with a curious face. "We're cats, Hopper. That's kind of our thing."

"Is it now?" you ask dryly.

"You might just be a weirdo," she says, giving you a friendly grin. "Though I don't think I'd mind more weirdos like you, if that's your philosophy."

"It's not a philosophy, it's common sense." You swallow the last of your frog. It doesn't really do anything for you, but at least you've eaten. "If you take care of someone else, they'll take care of you. Interdependence, community, that whole thing. You raise kits to be like that, you guarantee they'll look after you when you're old."

Gabber considers this. "That is pretty smart, actually..."

"Hail!" Blitzkrieg calls.

Everyone jolts and looks up to the bridge. A long dark shape is lounging on the wall. With the sun just behind it, you can't quite see what it is. You assume it's a cat.

"News?" Blitzkrieg says.

"Your route has changed," the shape says, drawling their words with an inflection that makes your hair stand up. "The Major asked for you to mark the warehouses."

"Who's taking over our original route?" Blitzkrieg narrows her eyes.

"Drowner's." The shape shifts a little. You can hear a grin in their voice. "Something about dog sightings. I wasn't paying attention."

"Brilliant," Blitzkrieg mutters. She raises her voice again. "Now?"

"Preferably."

"Alright." The ginger molly turns her head to the group. "Swallow what you've got. Let's go."

A few cats groan and mumble complaints. Gabber taps you with her tail and leads you back to the already-forming line.

"Did you get anything?" Dandelion asks you as you step in line with him.


Just a frog.
Did you?
Say nothing.

[Comettail76]

I respond,"Just a frog."

[abxy]

"Just a frog."

[~Moony~]

"Did you?"

[detective who.]

Did you?

[Greenleaf]

"Just a frog," I say.

[~*Amber*~]

Did you?

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Just a frog
2: Just a frog
3: Did you?
4: Did you?
5: Just a frog
6: Did you?

Roll says... 1: Just a frog.


"Just one frog," you say as the line starts moving. "Not much."

"Oh." Dandelion's large eyes turn concerned. "I'll share with you next time."

"You don't have to do that," you say awkwardly. You catch a look from Gabber that says humor him. "But, I appreciate it."

"Okay." The tom nods slowly, mumbles "okay" again, and focuses back on the road, lost in thought.

The dark shape slips down from the wall as your troupe climbs back up the slope and sits down, waiting to meet you on the road. With the sun out of your eyes, you can see that it's a very strange looking black cat - taller and lankier than anything, like a four-legged spider, and fur that has a very weird shine to it, like scales, save for one crooked white marking on her chest that half-glows in the light. That's to say nothing of the head atop an extraordinarily long neck and with a stretched out muzzle and a bold nose, and long, slightly wrinkled ears that look like they've been bent around the edges a hundred times.

As the group moves past her, she casually watches the individuals. First Blitzkrieg, who gives her a nod and a quiet "hail", then Card and Gabber, who look away, then Dandelion, and then...

Her cold, pale green eyes move to you. Ice drains the blood out of your body. You cannot help but stare back. The eyes narrow even further, accompanied by a long, slight, wicked grin that makes you feel like a naked bird cornered by an adder. You force yourself to keep moving despite the coldness in your feet.

She stands up, turns around, and walks away, curling her tail into a crooked circle behind her. She steps down onto the slope on the other side of the bridge and promptly disappears from view.

You shudder violently, trying to shake the ice out.

"That's interesting," Gabber says quietly. She sounds nervous.


What's interesting?
Who was that?
Yes. Can we go now?
Say nothing.

[~*Amber*~]

Who was that?