Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Wolvine]

Leave him alone.

[~*Amber*~]

Leave my child alone

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Say nothing
2: Say nothing
3: Say nothing
4: Say nothing
5: Leave him alone
6: Leave him alone

Roll says... 4: Say nothing.


You don't engage. Instead, you continue strolling around, peering into holes and cracks.

"I've seen her," Dandelion says quietly. He trots after you.

Tag scoffs and sits right in the doorway. "Well, I haven't."

Something tells you he hasn't seen a lot of things, but you know now isn't a good time to sass him. Well, honestly, any time is a good time to sass him, but right now, you need to focus. You and Dandelion go into the next room, which luckily has a window that allows in some fresh air... and a new smell.

You wrinkle your nose again and stop, head jerking up. "Watch out. He's in here somewhere."

Tag turns the corner behind you. "How do you know?"

"Can't you smell that?" You turn and look at him incredulously.

"Well.." He makes a face. "A little. What is it?"

Dandelion blinks.

"Seriously?" You shake your head and move to where the smell is strongest, towards a toppled wooden structure. "There's a body in here."

"Is that what that is?" Tag says. The sudden pitch change in his voice makes you look at him - he's very poorly trying to cover up his disgust.

"How do you not know what a rotting corpse smells like?" you say, then shake your head again. "Nevermind. The dogs don't leave anything, do they?"

"N...o, they don't," Tag says slowly. "They never do."

"Well, they left this one." You push yourself upwards with your front legs and look into the dips of the wooden structure. You grimace when you see the remains of a half-bald black cat. "Ugh...yeah, he hid himself. Go get Blitzkrieg and let her know."

You can practically hear Tag bristle. "You don't get to tell me what to do-"

"Is it really that hard just to call for her from the door?" you say exasperatedly.

"I'll go get her," offers Dandelion. He carefully maneuvers past Tag and trots out before you can respond.

You sigh, cough out some dust, and look back down to the body. Mauled is a fitting name - aside from the more obvious injuries on his side and chest which clearly killed him, the sheer number of scars and old marks make him into a tabby. His eyes are shut tight with a pained expression, and his mouth is slightly open. Despite your circumstances, you feel a little sorry for him.


Offer some respects.
Step away from the body.
Consider him lucky.

[abxy]

Offer some respects.

[Greenleaf]

I offer some respects. Sure, they won't bring the dead cat back to life, but he still deserves to be properly sent off with some dignity.

[detective who.]

Offer some respects.

[Comettail76]

I decide to offer some respects. I may have not known this cat, but he still deserves someone to give their respects.

[hqmary]

Offer respects

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Offer some respects.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

All: Offer respects.


Steeling yourself, you jump into the dip containing the body and sit down. You don't exactly know anything about this cat, so you just bow your head and mutter, "I'm sorry you had to die alone. May you find peace with your ancestors."

You pause, realizing that you forgot to do this for the tom that died on the road. You quietly add, "And so may the tom we met at the bridge."

"What're you doing?" Tag calls rudely.

"Sending him off." You briefly rest a paw on his flank before turning around and jumping back out.

"Sending him off to where?" Tag gives you a funny look. He hasn't moved from the door.

"Wherever he's going." You glance back at the wooden structure.

"What does that mean?"

"How does this group take care of the dead?"

Tag starts to answer, then frowns. "I don't know."

"Where I'm from, we give a final goodbye before burying the body," you say.

Tag's frown deepens. "That's a waste of energy."

"It's respectful," you say, and you try to say it calmly, but you can't reign in a sharp inflection that makes Tag lean back in surprise. "The cat that gave their life for us is honored that way."

"But you'd have to do that five or six times a day, if that's the case," he says, narrowing his eyes.

"We don't have that many cats." You walk past him. "And we aren't just sent out to die."

"They," Tag says pointedly. "You're with us now."

"No, I'm not."

Willpower +1.

Blitzkrieg meets you at the door, and you lead her to the back room.

"Well, that's one cat down," she sighs. "And you haven't seen any other cats?"

"No, unfortunately," you say.

"We haven't found anyone else either." Blitzkrieg motions for the two of you to follow her. "I'll send someone to report this to the Major. For now, we should keep searching elsewhere. There's still time in the day."

"Uh..." You look back at the structure. "What about the body?"

"We leave it, obviously. A dog will find it and clean it up for us." Blitzkrieg motions again. "Let's go."

You follow after her, and Tag follows you. It occurs to you as you step back into the sunlight that the ground here is probably too hard to bury anyone.