Warrior cat randomness quiz

The Hardest Decision a Warrior can Make

Warning: Highly Detailed Passage Ahead. Please Read All of it Before Answering the Question.

To make it easier, l'm writing this in a she-cats' point of view. But if you're a tom, please don't mind, and just go along! ;)

You are a nursing queen, with three healthy, active kits that are barely a moon old, but are still a pawful! You have a mate, too. He's strong, wise, protective, handsome. . .the list can go on and on.

But, your Clan is in sort of a crisis. Rats threaten one border, and each day they are growing in numbers and in problems. The rats are a danger to the health and safety of your Clan's warriors, and in the prey that feeds you. The rats either scare away or eat any prey there is to find. Already, half the forest closest to that weakened, rat-infested border is isolated and empty. The rats loath the Clan cats, and want you out. (Okay, is anybody else thinking of the rat problem in Firestar's Quest, or Yellowfang's Secret? Cause I am!) The fierce, skilled warriors of your Clan are doing their best to keep the rats back, but they won't last much longer if the rats keep growing in numbers and menace.

 Then one day, the worst, horrific thing happens. Hundreds of rats unexpectedly attack the camp. No warning, no sign, they just suddenly appear, swarming over the camp walls and flooding into the clearing. Everyone is put to the fight of their lives, including you.

As soon as you saw the first rat, you dash into the nursery to protect your kits. In less than a minute, the rats surge inside. You are backed against the far wall with your three young kits trembling in horror behind you. You're struggling to fight off rat after rat, your exhaustion sapping you much faster than it normally would, because of your nursing state. In moments you're clawed, bitten, bleeding, and about ready to crumble with so many aggressive rats throbbing around you, murder gleaming in their eyes. But the fierce love a mother has for her kits is what is keeping you standing. Also the fact that the majority of the rats are focused on the cats in the clearing.

You glimpse a few of your Clanmates trying to reach you, but the vicious mob of rats keep you isolated and fending for yourselves.

BUT

 Your faithful mate comes into view, just outside the nursery. He is determined to reach you, no matter the costs! He's fighting the rats viciously, striking out with sharp claws and his jaws snapping. His claws will slice thin flesh, and his jaws will close around a fragile neck. One rat after the other, he injures or he kills. One rat will fall away, but another will quickly take its place. You've never seen a cat fight so hard. And he gives you strength. The sight of your lifelong mate replenishes you, arises a new flash of strength in your tired legs. 

Your mate makes it through the entrance, his eyes blazing, his pelt clotted with blood. "I will save you!" He snarls, struggling to keep back the flow of rats biting at his legs and belly.

And then it happens. A gigantic rat, the biggest you've ever laid eyes upon, lunges onto your mate's head. He vanishes under the swarm. You yowl with terror, with rage. And in a moment's instant, you know you can save him, just like he promised to save you. He is only a few tail-lengths away. The rats leave you to join the frenzy of keeping your mate pulled under the heaving body of brown fur and snake-like tails. With no rats going after you, you are free to take a leap, pushing off with powerful legs. You'd land among the heap of rats bristling over your mate. You'd knock them off and bring him back to his paws. Save his life. And as a pair, you would fight as a team and keep each other from suffering any severe injuries as a single cat would take. Just as you've always done when it comes to fighting. But, your mind is dragged to your kits. They're squealing with terror, pressed against the back wall, helpless. They have not even the slightest chance of survival. If you miss just one rat, trying to get past you, your kits would be slaughtered in less than a heart-beat. For, in just moments, your mate would be dead--his neck torn out and flesh ripped open, and the rats would come back to you, their faces red with the blood of your mate.

You have a choice. A single choice. The choice that will decide the fate of your life. 

Do you make the leap, and save the life of your beloved mate?

Or do you stay where you're standing, fending off the rats so your kits, so young and helpless, can survive.

Do you leave your mate there to suffer an agonized, slow death under the teeth of so many rats? 

Do you leave your kits behind, to be swarmed over by the rats that are even bigger than the kits themselves? Their petite, soft skin to be pulled open, plucked off, their squeals of fear and pain to be cut short under the jaws of a rat?

One choice. Your mate, or your kits?

Your kits die, but your mate lives? Your beloved mate, who was ready to give his life to save yours.

Or

Do your kits live on to be warriors? You leave your mate to die, To die a painful, terrorized death; not able to even see the last glimpse of light because of all the rats swarming over him, killing him inch by inch with their cruel teeth?

What do you?