Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[abxy]

"You can relax, you know"

[Greenleaf]

"Hi, I'm Hopper," I say as amicably as I can. Perhaps a show of friendliness would allow him to loosen up.

[~*Amber*~]

Say nothing

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

"Hi, I'm Hopper!" I call out cheerfully, close to breaking out in laughter.

[~Moony~]

"Lot Recruit One-Four-Six."

[agathokakologic]

"Hi, I'm Hopper!" I say cheerily.

[Wolvine]

Ok. Cool.

[Comettail76]

I reply,"Hi, I'm Hopper."

[detective who.]

Okay. Cool.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: You can relax
2: Hi, I'm Hopper
3: Say nothing
4: Hi, I'm Hopper
5: Lot Recruit
6: Hi, I'm Hopper
7: Okay. Cool
8: Hi, I'm Hopper
9: Okay. Cool

Roll says... 3: Say nothing.


Unsure of how to respond, you just give him a funny look. He stares at you, evidently waiting for you to speak. The patrol watches the two of you.

Blitzkrieg lets the awkward silence hang for five seconds before saying, "Come on, boys."

You turn and get into line, ignoring the glare on your back. You nod to Dandelion, who gives you a cheery "Good morning!", and the patrol sets off.

Today's route takes you along a long grove of derelict buildings, all covered in ivies or so dusty the whole group coughs as they pass. Tufts of weeds and coarse grass break out of the cracks in the cement. You can hear the occasional bird.

"Don't twolegs live around here?" you ask. "Why is this place so abandoned?"

"Twol-" Card turns his head and laughs. "Is that your word for humans?"

"They used to live here," Gabber says, batting Card with her tail. "I'm not sure what happened, but this place is free reign for us cats now. Blitz, do you know?"

"I don't think anyone does," Blitzkrieg says. "It's been too long."

"Regardless, the most you'll find is a hobo or two," Gabber says to you. "That's the only reason we work during the day. Humans don't come after us here."

"And that's why the other group is fighting you?" you say. "Because it's t- human-free?"

"Eh, it's a lot of things," Card says. "We'll tell you later."

"Why not now?"

"Some things are for private company only," Gabber says quietly.

"One-Four-Six needs to work alone," Tag says.

"Yeah, yeah." Gabber flicks her tail dismissively. "It's not like I'll be feeding him pigeons as soon as everyone's back is turned. You know how these things are."

Tag squints at her. "Don't spread misinformation."

"Oh, stop it." Gabber shoots him an irritated look. "Is telling him what's up such a big deal?"

"It is, if you're going to lie," Tag says.

"Shut up." Blitzkrieg halts and turns to the group. "Get some hunting in while you can, everyone. We've got about twenty minutes before we need to get moving."

The patrol splits apart and spreads. You're currently in what looks like an incomplete parking lot, lined with grass on the sidewalk. To your left, the grass is thicker, and leads off into the shade of a broken-down car. To your right, and your surprise, is a young tree, surrounded by rusted-over shopping carts. Ahead of you is a staircase, and you can't see where it goes from here. You can't smell anything edible, but you can still hear birds.


Go to the left.
Go to the right.
Go straight ahead.