Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[Arcaii]

This place sucks.

One week feels like an eternity here. You're shoved into the sleeping quarters for the lower-ranked soldiers - a big, stony place cold enough to keep you awake at night even without all the grieved sighs and snoring - and then promptly put back in the shed when you mouth off at one of the guards. She gives you two nicks in your left ear for your troubles, and every cat with authority either ignores you completely or over-punishes you for any perceived slights. You lose count of how many times you've jogged around the sleeping quarters in the middle of the night for supposedly threatening an officer.

Your patrol buddies like you just fine, at least. In fact, you're wildly popular with them, and several of them express sympathy when you look particularly tired or can't find anything to eat. The four you're most familiar with do what they can to help - Blitzkrieg gives the patrol plenty of breaks to rest, Gabber hints at where she might have lost the lizard she just killed, Card keeps you alert with jokes and stories, and Dandelion is...well, he's Dandelion. How can you be in a bad mood around him?

Of course, Tag does everything in his power to make sure that you're as isolated as possible. He threatens, scolds and bullies, and though Gabber visibly wants to smear his face into the dirt, his immunity keeps him protected. You just keep an easygoing air around him and try to help yourself as much as possible.

Over seven or eight days, the Fury patrol is charged by dogs three more times. It's apparently a favorite tactic of the mobs on the other side, according to Gabber, and you can see why. Dogs easily separate the group and can't be chased off like a rambunctious loner. You've spent about three hours collectively sitting with Dandelion in some spot that you fully expect the dog to find at any moment, but is always left alone until Blitzkrieg comes and finds you. Several cats are lost and replaced like a stock of herbs.

One evening, when you've returned back to base early, you hear a hiss just within your range of hearing. You glance around at the cats walking past you, but no one else seems to notice - even your escorts have stopped to talk to someone else. Another hiss directs your attention to something dark within an alley by the wall. You cautiously step into the shadows, bracing yourself.

It's that molly again, stretched out on a steel box like it's a warm stone. The moon barely illuminates her, but her eyes and grin have that weird glow about them all the same.

"Having fun?" she says once you've come close enough.


Fun's a word for it.
What do you want?
I hate this place.
Say nothing.

[abxy]

Say nothing.

[~*Amber*~]

This place sucks

[detective who.]

Fun's a word for it.

[hqmary]

What do you want?

[❤ Sunberry ❤]

Fun's a word for it.

[Comettail76]

Fun's a word for it.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Say nothing
2: I hate this place
3: Fun's a word
4: What do you want?
5: Fun's a word
6: Fun's a word

Roll says... 3: Fun's a word.


"Fun is...certainly a word for it," you say, exhaling. "Now, with luck, I'll be in even more "fun" when they catch me talking to you."

"They won't," she says.

You start to reply sarcastically, but something about her expression makes you instead say, "So, it hasn't rained yet."

"No?" She tilts her head.

"Uh, no," you say. "Do you want to explain what you meant by that, or...?"

She grins. "You're clever. You can figure it out."

"I've been kind of busy getting my tail kicked around, if you haven't noticed," you say dryly. "I don't have much room to do any figuring out. I barely even get any sleep."

"That's your fault, not mine." She rests her head on the box and watches you out of one eye. "But look on the bright side. You've made a name for yourself."

You don't know what to say to this. You have a feeling something else is coming.

The molly's grin severs her face. "What's that look for? Have things just been too easy so far?"

"I'm just kind of waiting for you to stop talking in riddles and get to your point," you say.

"Oh, come on." She sits back up. "You've done more with less before, haven't you? Or..."

She leans forward, eyes narrowed to slits, and peers at you - through you, perhaps, is a better description, like you're made of mist.

"...Hm." She leans back again. "Well, someone did, at any rate."

You shake the eerie feeling out of your fur. "Look, they're probably looking for me right now..."

"You've got a little tick on your shoulder," she says. "Just so you know."

You blink and inspect both of your completely clean shoulders. When you look back up, the metal box shines in the moonlight, and the alley is deserted.

"What're you doing down here?" calls one of the guards from the entrance.

"Uh..." You look at him, at the box, and then back to him. "Just... thought I saw someone, is all."

"Well, come on," the guard says gruffly. "You need to get back to your quarters."

You don't say anything. You walk out of the alley, ignoring the feeling of eyes on your back.

[Arcaii]

That feeling does not go away. Not when you lay down to sleep in the shed. Not when you wake up and go to meet the patrol. Not when you're far away from the base and out by the border. Not even when you return, go to sleep, wake up, and do it again the next day.

"Are you alright?" Gabber says finally. "You keep staring at the roofs."

Clouds are dotting the sky and occasionally blocking out the sun. Which is lucky for you, because your head is constantly raised.

"Does no one else feel like they're being watched?" you say.

"We're always being watched," Card says. "Whether we know it or not."

"Yeah, but I can feel it now," you say. "Way stronger than usual."

"It doesn't matter," Tag says. "You should be focusing on your patrol."

"Eat some bugs, scout," Gabber snaps. "You've been on him all week. Why don't you make yourself useful?"

"You don't get to talk to me like that-" Tag starts, whirling to face her.

"Actually, good idea, Gabber," Blitzkrieg says. "Tag, we're close to the deli. Why don't you go and make sure that we're alone?"

Tag splutters, starts to protest two or three times, growls, and stomps off.

"That should occupy him for a little bit." Blitzkrieg halts the patrol and walks up to you. "Now, what's happening?"


I think we're being watched.
It's just a feeling, is all.
I don't know, exactly.
Eh, nevermind.
Thanks for that.
Say nothing.

[abxy]

"I think we're being watched. Not like usual."