Tiny attempts to revive the Warriors Adventure Game

Icefeather studied the creature, trying to think of any creature with golden fur. It could be another cat, or a strange fox, or a new type of animal.

Fennelnose glared at this newcomer, kittypet or not, he was a stranger. "We all are warriors from the southern forest... We're on an important quest that doesn't need to be halted by an outsider," he explained with a growl.

The tom's fur bristled and his muscles tensed, but he visibly relaxed at Flarefur's words. "Those are some pretty odd names. I'm Allen- yeah, kinda a girly name- but ya can just call me Al." Al's tail swished from side to side happily. "Are ya guys headin' to that big hill?"

Fennelnose pinned back his ears at Flarefur's tail flick. He still held his unfriendly gaze on this tom Allen, though he didn't say a word. Apparently this cat must know something about that hill... Which unfortunately meant he might be worth talking to. He decided to let Flare do that asking.

"It's apparently called Tear Hill, since it kinda looks like it's crying," Al explained. "Lotsa housefolk go there in their cars and stuff. I could show ya the way there, if ya want me too."

"Alright! I won't let ya down!" Al purrs. He stretches for a moment before padding torwards the hill. "Just follow me!"

At the base of the hill, the sound of the streams can be heard. Stones line the banks, which cut through the dense woods. Off to the side is an unnaturally flat dirt path that smells like twolegs and something... stinky, almost like a thunderpath. "I guess we could follow the stream or the road... although we could cut through the forest, too," Al mused.

Do we have to use any skills for this choice or no?)

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Leafheart turned to the paths before the group as Flarefur asked which way they should go. She didn't look for too long, however, as the RiverClan warrior already knew which path she wanted to take. "I think we should follow the stream." Leafheart meowed confidently.

"how about you fennelnose?" flarefur asks the tom.

"The stream it is, then," Al concludes with a purr. He glances at the rushing water. "Should we go along the rocks? They're kinda slippery, but we can't see the stream if we don't go on them..." He's right. The rocks are slick with water and covered in moss, but if you don't take them, it will be harder to navigate up the hill.

Icefeather's fur prickled uneasily as she glanced at the rocks. The last thing they needed was to fall in the stream, especially since most of them couldn't swim. "I don't know... is there another landmark we could use?"

"think of it as crossing the log to get to the gathering island." Flarefur says encouragingly.

Leafheart's fur prickled at the thought of having to walk on the wet rocks to follow the stream. As a trained RiverClan warrior she knew how dangerous slipping on those rocks could be. Her tail tip flicking, she meowed "I do agree that we should keep the stream in sight... but... I don't think we should be walking on those rocks. It's too risky."

Fennelnose crinkled his nose at the thought of going on the Twoleg path, concern about being caught by one of the odd furless creatures or a dog making him hesitant. But, he knew that the others weren't likely to follow the stream once the RiverClan warrior voiced her own concerns. He turned to Al, forcing down the temptation to give him some begrudging look in this embarrassing moment to him of desperation. "Kittype-- Al, I mean. Do you think we could keep the stream at the very least within hearing range? That path might split or taper off..."