Group Only and it's growing darker by the hour

Anyone is welcome to be the family member Cian tried to wake up / anyone disturbed by the attempt!

When morning comes, it isn’t right. The light that Cian would have blinked against is lacking; not gone, but not as bright as it would be, tinged with red. Despite the loss of the typical routine, she blinks still, half-sure it’s just a dream. The other half of her, though, is sure it’s not; or at least, she’s sure it’s not a typical dream. Everything in her body screams at her not to go, but she pushes herself onto sleep-numb legs anyways, stumbling to stand just outside.

Immediately, a paw comes to rest on the rock, unmoving, sure it would protect her. But….there’s nothing out there that it can protect her from. Not unless she counted the moon, still high in the sky and a shade of red she’s never seen before. It’s a shade of red she thinks shouldn’t be possible; at least not that she’s ever seen. For a moment longer, she watches it, breath caught in her throat, expecting….Cian’s not sure what she’s expecting, really. But when she removes her paw from the rock, slowly, hesitantly, she wastes no time in getting back inside.

As soon as she’s back in the relative safety of the den, she heads for the closest family member. Her attempt to nudge them awake probably comes off more as a violent shove, potentially disturbing anyone else, but she’s quick to draw back.

Wake up. She half-hisses, half-mutters, voice low like her discovery will overhear her if she’s too loud. In a way, she’s kind of worried it will. Somethin’s wrong with the moon.

Skill - Seer

The sleeping girl was awoken with a shove, causing her breath to catch and a sudden jerk of her body as she lurched into the land of the living. You could tell that she wasn't all too impressed as her narrowed gaze zoned in on the perpetrator with laser focus, and a scowl marred her maw.

She was about to unleash the bubbling anger that raged inside when her sibling continued, spewing off about the moon being wrong. It was like holy water to a demon as it subdued the young girl, her body clambering up from the floor of the den. She didn't hurry, nor did her expression change all that much, but she was curious.

With a single look fired at Cian one last time and a mutterance of 'this better be worth it', Siobhan made her way to the lip of the den.

Before her, high in the sky was the omen forementioned: a red moon.

It felt all sorts of wrong, bloody in the sky as it looked down upon the world. But her belief stilled her. Rhys, one of the five and the god of fire, seemed to be influencing it somehow, but her little mind could not place the how or why. It froze Siobhan as she looked on in awe.