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Autumngossamer sat down in the grassy terrain, her paws preoccupied with colorful bright paints. She wove rune symbols against the stones as though it were rhythmic memory than actual concentration and recollection. Her claws skimmed carefully against the stones as though they were glass, each with their own unique patterns. When she finished six of them she lied them upright for the paint to dry. She had been doing this a lot lately and had begun to find out she had a knack for telling fortunes with the stones. She said it came from a dream, but that wasn't necessarily true. For now she would say her dreams spoke to her and guided her paws to make these "magical fortune telling rocks."
Looking content with her work she glanced around camp, "Anyone interested in their fortune being told?"
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 23, 2019 21:24:43 GMT -5
"May as well tell mine. Can't get any worse than it's been." Of any voice that would be expected to reply, Pandora's perhaps wasn't one most would think of. She liked her future being uncertain, though she could still feel the stares on her fur wherever she went from her past destiny. It wasn't everyday that a cat who'd been wielding such dangerous powers half a moon ago, killing her own clanmates, simply walked free without care. But Foxbane hadn't arrested her, had even made her a warrior now, and she doubted Littlestar would try and harm her, so for now, she went where she desired.
Autumngossamer flinched away from Pandora on instinct, but almost immediately recovered as though simply startled rather than truly afraid. She shrugged, "Don't count your luck, if the Sun God hadn't created you I bet you would be the one burning in the after life for all eternity. But I guess if the Sun God sent you then everything that happened was meant to be."
She retreated back over to her stones and gently traced light circles across the ground creating light trenches against the dirt. She placed the wet painted stones around the circular perimeter of the trenches. The bright colors slipping down from the rocks and into the trenches below until it held a blue hue, "We're going to do a more powerful fortune with you," She said simply.
"Let's see the first significant thing that's bound to happen in your life, shall we," Autumngossamer said, she took a small dot of paint from the circular and trench and painted it above Pandora's forehead before sitting down. The first vision was of a fire surrounding a kit, the next flash was an image of Glowstar and her sitting by a beach and the third was Duskslayer, but he seemed to be leaving, walking further away from her and then there was almost a fourth image, it almost looked like Bluejay, but suddenly Pandora was jolted out of it with a warm lick on the forehead.
Autumngossamer stepped back to look at Pandora after licking her forehead clean of the paint, "Yeah I don't think that was working, you just kind of stood there weirdly for a moment. Let's just do this the normal way," She shrugged.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 30, 2019 20:40:45 GMT -5
Meant to be. Yeah. What a funny way of saying their deity had sent her to kill cats, no matter what she actually wanted to do with herself. She trailed after Autumngossamer, watching the Soothsayer as she worked, letting her paint the spot on her forehead, and the world around her melted away.
She stared at a kitten, surrounded by fire, but before Pandora had the time to do more than simply stare, it changed, this time to Glowstar and her sitting together. That one made her blink slowly. Whatever could it mean? But once more, she was left reeling as a new image flashed, of Duskslayer, leaving, walking away from her, and she wanted to call out to him to come back, yet her voice failed her. And then there was something more, her sister just barely flickering in front of her. It was gone before she got a good look however, and the cinnamon-auburn she-cat sat down hard, mind swirling.
When she finally able to speak, the words were hoarse and soft. "No, I think it worked well enough." The green eyed warrior answered slowly, the shocked expression of being brought so suddenly back to reality still written across her face.
