『?NOMADS?』 | a WARRIORS command game

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" -King!? Did that imprudent brute of a tom send you after me? Listen to me, he is no more royal than a Walkers' dirt! "

" -Your fast tongue will not save you now. Do you fear your death, Prince? It seems the loss of your kin has clearly rattled you. You are so very different from the noble child once raised by his Acumen. "

" -His Acumen? ...you knew my father?

" -Yes, Patriarch Thresk was a dear friend to me. "

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Change : Bloom (4/4)
Weather : The Heavens are Torrenting.
Events : Flash Flood!

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Felidae : 26
Crows : 24
Raptors : 01

Empire : 06
Union : 07
Brigade : 10

Toms : 12
Mollies : 12
Greygender : 01
Nonbinary : 01

M.I.A : 02
Deceased : 03

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There was no way back.

There was only forward from here.

Pip couldn't remember this tunnel being so extensive or tapered at that. He could have sworn that he and the others had mapped out most if not all of the underground. There was no way the cathedral could have been this deep!

He was beginning to grow afraid without a visible exit in sight. Whiskers and tail twitched, the dark tom carried on as the burly roots began to buregon with size. Pip momentarily praised that he had been created a felidae, if he hadn't been so flexible then he'd surely be dead...

He struggled through the vines-his toes catching on thick edges and dust starting to cake his fur-and began to think this was a hopeless task. He would never get blessed with the Healing skill and he wouldn't return to his Alliance in victory, or see his beautiful mates' faces again or greet his kits when they finally arrived.

The vines began to close in on him hungrily and it grew dark, he could only hear his heavy labored breaths as panic began to bloom within him.

Pip was going to die here.

"Oh, you poor creature! Enough of that!"

The darkness flushed away with heavenly light and his eyes were blessed with the lushest of hues of green. The roots uncoiled almost apologetically from around his body, returning to their natural states, and his bright amber eyes watched the living flora with amazement.