EYES OF THE SEER ♟️ 𝕬equorealclan, 𝕸arcidclan, 𝖁ulgarisclan and 𝕬srarclan are the four powers that dominate the land. The gilded veil of their public lives is but a lucid facade over the cathedral of vestigial majesty, past glory, and secrets that drown the very foundation of what it means to be a clan. Past buried beneath flaunted traditions, their present reflected through the cats that live there to this day, Future cradled in the dormant prophecies of medicine cats and Fatespeaker, their deaths ticking against the somber patience of beings called 'Saviours.' . 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑠𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑠 . ᵐᵃᶦⁿ ᶜˡᵃⁿ 𝜤n Asrarclan, the past isn't merely remembered; it's lived. Traditions are rampant, secrets a vestal haven. Their divergent belief marks them as outsiders, yet their undeniable connection to the clans betrays a deeper unity. As to their Saviour? Praying to the newfound entity has always been an easy task-- Until it wasn't. . 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 . 𝐴 senseless kit like Daisykit has always brought her the same result- she remains unburdened of the world out of her kit-hood just yet. She does not care, nor does she mind what raged outside of the Nursery's reinforced walls. But what happens when she gets up, sheds the dust of kit-hood, and pads past the wall? The entity that swipes at her; grazing her fur, its name being Fate? . 🌑 . 𝐴s she walks through the moons, life phases right through her with chilling ease. Trust shatters; losses mount- and mysteries surrender before her as if she was mystique itself. Yet, those fealty does not amount to the worries that truly haunt her mind. this was not on her mind. a prophecy emerges, never once buried-- yet with a lineage so vast, a meaning so ancient, its cryptic message distilled into a sanity only the cats could bear. speaking in the tongue of a middlemost night, the reverse morning star, did pri