[MySpoons]

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This lion misinterprets signs and symbols often. Give me an example of when they misinterpreted a natural sign as something catastrophic. 500 words max, ends the 5th of August at 6pm CST.

Username: minifun990
Lion Name: Cero (C)
Link to Pride:Mystic Isles
Pride Status: Wanderer

[Kitten-Girl-500]

Username: Kitten-Girl-500
Lion Name: Bengali
Link to Pride: Summitfall Pride
Pride Status: Kidemo - border guard
Prompt: Bengali was just minding her own business one day, doing her job by wandering around the border between Summitfall territory and the wilderness beyond. Well, she wasn't paid for the wandering part, but her boss let it slide.

She definitely wasn't expecting to see a sign that her favorite pridemate was going to die.

Bengali shrieked as she spotted a dead magpie lying on the ground. It's black and white feathers were ruffled, as if it had fallen from a great height, and its neck was twisted in an awful way.

Oh no. She had seen signs like this before back in her old pride, and they had never turned out well for the lions they had represented. And there was only one black and white lion in Summitfall...

I have to warn him!

Bengali turned and fled from the scene, racing toward Ikaika as fast as her paws could carry her. Disaster could strike at any moment. She had to warn him about his coming doom before it was too late.

It seemed like the jungle itself was against her as she ran. Branches whipped in her face and roots entangled her paws, slowing Bengali down much more than she would've liked. She fought to keep her head up as she plunged into a deep pool, striking out with her paws until she hit the side.

Her pelt was still soaked as she staggered into Ikaika, dripping water all over the dusty streets. Bengali headed for the Hall of Justice, where she knew Yang would be. He was always there, dealing with one case or another.

"Yang!" she shrieked as she burst into the hall.

Yang was there indeed, along with his councilors. A mottled gray lion that Bengali didn't recognize stood in the center, two guards on either side.

"Bengali, we're in the middle of important--"

"You're in danger!" Bengali burst out, running straight up to the throne that Yang sat on. "You're going to fall off a cliff soon and break your neck!"

"Break his neck? Bengali, how on earth did you come up with such a ridiculous story?" Kiona, Yang's mate, rolled her eyes. She gave a haughty sniff as she adjusted her lounging position across a smaller throne. "Everyone in Ikaika knows that your signs are nothing but fantasies. They've never come true, have they? Not while you've been here, I presume?"

Bengali opened her mouth to protest, but Yang waved her away with a flick of his tail. "We'll talk about this later, Bengali."

She growled and turned on her heel, stalking out of the hall. If Yang wanted to be foolish and ignore his fate, then that was his choice. But if she were Yang, she would avoid cliffs for the time being.

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[AwkwardAnxiety]

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[QueenOfWyrms]

Username: QueenOfWyrms
Lion Name: Oonagh
Link to Pride: Uaill Lagh(subpride)
Pride Status: indeterminate
Prompt:
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Oonagh trembled in her den. 'No...No it can't be!' But she knew what she'd seen. She'd seen a glimpse of a cheetah through the long grasses of the tioram. Cheetahs were highly renowned for their speed, and were known as mostly solitary creatures. This was a not a threat to her pride in that way. Nor was this cheetah a threat religiously, for cheetah was the preferred form of Dagda's bride, Bhrigid. No, this threat came from a superstition long before Uaill Lagh had formed, or even it's forbidden to be spoken of mother pride, Uaill Aislingean. It came from the time when the earth split, and the past and future both heard it's roar. It was a superstition very few believed in anymore, so many saying they had seen a cheetah without such a fate befalling them. But Oonagh knew. She knew that her sighting of such a terrible omen was true. She knew she had seen the bringer of destruction. And she knew that she would see, before her children's children are born, the total and utter violent destruction of her pride by some supernatural means. And she could do nothing, not even warn her uaill, for Saoirse had told her she was on her last strike for crying wolf at bad omens.

[minifun990]

Username: minifun990
Lion Name: Cero (C)
Link to Pride:Mystic Isles
Pride Status: Wanderer
Prompt:“The Maker is furious the end times are coming!!” Cero screeched skidding into the temporary den where he and his friend had been staying. For a moment she didn't lift her head. There was a moment of terror, that the devil's arms had already dragged her away from the land of the living. But she turned towards him yawning widely, watching him with half lidded eyes.

“Morning C.” She said simply before furrowing her brow. “Wait, what did you just say?”

“The Maker is angry G.” He repeated, bowing his front legs so he could look into G’s eyes. For a moment he wondered about her old name, before she found the maker and was stripped back to a single letter. It was a thought that hardly mattered with the apocalypse looming. But shouldn't he get to satisfy his curiosity before- he shuddered. Before the many arms of the maker took him.

“The maker?” G repeated, suddenly looking more awake. “You've seen her? Where? Take me there.” Cero nodded.

“I've seen her G, she has taken a horrific form, ready to punish the heathens for their lack of belief.” Cero said gravely.

“No.” G said, interrupting Ceros thoughts of the nice things in this life. “The Maker isn’t like that. She wouldn't-” G broke off, her voice catching. “She wouldn't do that.”
“I saw it with my own two eyes.” Cero repeated, leaning against G in sympathy. The end times could put a strain on anyone, even someone like G.

“Show me then.” She commanded. Cero froze, no way, he loved the Maker and all but as she was now? He shook his head and started backing away.

“What, you think I'm going to turn against the Maker from your scared words? Is that what you think? You don't even really believe in her do you? You-” G started growling, fury in her eyes. It scared Cero, made him back away further.

“No G, I believe, I do.” He stiffened his shoulders, trying to push away the images of the arms covered in other tinier arms. “I’ll take you to Her.”

That calmed G down, her tail lashing less and a mumbled apology from her lips. Slowly, trying not to procrastinate too much yet scared of what they might find Cero’s lead G to the beach.

The tide was out further than Cero had seen it before, the moon stealing it for herself. G followed as Cero walked further out onto the sand, closer to the ocean, waves crashing filling his ear like the sound of blood rushing.

Eventually the two stopped, Cero shaking in terror as the maker moved, reaching up to take his soul.

“This is your sign Cero?” G asked incredulously. Cero nodded, eyes tightly shut against the monstrosity. Those arms, with those things moving around beneath it, the lack of eyes, body, head or tail.

“C…” G said slowly, making Cero open his eyes. “This is just a starfish washed up on the beach.” (500/500)

[Flicka]

Username: flicka
Lion Name: kiwara
Link to Pride:Frostbite Fields
Pride Status: Hunter
Prompt:

This lion misinterprets signs and symbols often. Give me an example of when they misinterpreted a natural sign as something catastrophic.

wip

[MySpoons]

Username: minifun990
Lion Name: Cero (C)
Link to Pride:Mystic Isles
Pride Status: Wanderer
Prompt:“The Maker is furious the end times are coming!!” Cero screeched skidding into the temporary den where he and his friend had been staying. For a moment she didn't lift her head. There was a moment of terror, that the devil's arms had already dragged her away from the land of the living. But she turned towards him yawning widely, watching him with half lidded eyes.

“Morning C.” She said simply before furrowing her brow. “Wait, what did you just say?”

“The Maker is angry G.” He repeated, bowing his front legs so he could look into G’s eyes. For a moment he wondered about her old name, before she found the maker and was stripped back to a single letter. It was a thought that hardly mattered with the apocalypse looming. But shouldn't he get to satisfy his curiosity before- he shuddered. Before the many arms of the maker took him.

“The maker?” G repeated, suddenly looking more awake. “You've seen her? Where? Take me there.” Cero nodded.

“I've seen her G, she has taken a horrific form, ready to punish the heathens for their lack of belief.” Cero said gravely.

“No.” G said, interrupting Ceros thoughts of the nice things in this life. “The Maker isn’t like that. She wouldn't-” G broke off, her voice catching. “She wouldn't do that.”
“I saw it with my own two eyes.” Cero repeated, leaning against G in sympathy. The end times could put a strain on anyone, even someone like G.

“Show me then.” She commanded. Cero froze, no way, he loved the Maker and all but as she was now? He shook his head and started backing away.

“What, you think I'm going to turn against the Maker from your scared words? Is that what you think? You don't even really believe in her do you? You-” G started growling, fury in her eyes. It scared Cero, made him back away further.

“No G, I believe, I do.” He stiffened his shoulders, trying to push away the images of the arms covered in other tinier arms. “I’ll take you to Her.”

That calmed G down, her tail lashing less and a mumbled apology from her lips. Slowly, trying not to procrastinate too much yet scared of what they might find Cero’s lead G to the beach.

The tide was out further than Cero had seen it before, the moon stealing it for herself. G followed as Cero walked further out onto the sand, closer to the ocean, waves crashing filling his ear like the sound of blood rushing.

Eventually the two stopped, Cero shaking in terror as the maker moved, reaching up to take his soul.

“This is your sign Cero?” G asked incredulously. Cero nodded, eyes tightly shut against the monstrosity. Those arms, with those things moving around beneath it, the lack of eyes, body, head or tail.

“C…” G said slowly, making Cero open his eyes. “This is just a starfish washed up on the beach.” (500/500)

this one made me laugh out loud, I was desperately trying to think of what had arms upon arms. He's yours~

[minifun990]

Thanks so much It was a fun story to write