Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[hqmary]

"Fite me m8"
(You can try)

[agathokakologic]

"You can try!" I respond, grinning.

[Greenleaf]

"You can try!" I say and grin.

[Wolvine]

You'll be in good company.

[~Moony~]

You'll be in good company

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Good company
2: You can try
3: You can try
4: You can try
5: You can try
6: You can try
7: Good company
8: Good company

Roll says... 7: Good company.


"Hey, at least you'll be in good company," you say loftily.

Several members of the patrol laugh aloud.

"I like this kid!" a tom says to your left and behind you. "You got some bite in you."

Charisma +1.

The walk becomes more enjoyable - the molly you traded insults with is impressed by your nerve and repeatedly strikes up conversation with you or asks your opinion, which you try to deliver with wisdom and nuance. Since you're completely new to this whole thing, you more often give up and make a joke. The humor is received eagerly by the troupe - Gabber and Card positively howl with laughter a few times, and even Blitzkrieg smiles once or twice.

Eventually, you notice that you're close to the abandoned lot. You look around in vain from your position in the line, trying to find a familiar face.

"I wouldn't hedge my bets," Gabber says, watching you. "Not a whole lot of cats come by here. It's a... Card, what did you call it?"

"A no-fly zone," Card says. "Barrens. Wasteland. Any of them work."

"It's usually catless, at any rate," Gabber continues. "I don't even know why we're coming by here in the first place."

"I think I know why," Blitzkrieg says darkly. "Keep your eyes and ears open."

The group quiets down, all scanning the buildings and streets, watching and waiting. The city is muted behind you. The only movement around you is the occasional puff of dust being gently lifted by a breeze and dropped again.

You have a feeling that someone is watching you.

Card stops, ears pricked. "I see something."

As one, the company looks to the left, between two rugged buildings and into a dark alley. A single cat is standing just at the entrance.

"Stand your ground," Blitzkrieg says.

You watch the cat - a ragged ginger tom with wide orange eyes and a torn ear. He's watching you as well, standing stock-still. Even his tail isn't moving.

"What's he doing?" Gabber whispers. "They don't leave sentries here."

You tilt your head and stretch it forward, squinting at him. His mouth is moving, but he's not making a sound. He keeps staring at you, his eyes getting wider and wider, his mouth repeating the same motions, over and over...


!!!

Approach him.
Stand your ground.
Back away.

[~*Amber*~]

This gut feeling is not a good one, and Asterpaw has learned to get used to listening to his gut. Get out of there, something is wrong with that cat

[agathokakologic]

I stand my ground, but keep my hackles raised. This is not a normal cat...

[Comettail76]

Back away. This cat might be diseased...

[abxy]

Back away, but show no fear.