open, power discovery | gonna burn this city, burn this city

Truth be told, Brokenmirror hadn't quite fathomed how on earth Oraclekeeper had the capability to preform such supernatural stunts like formulating a ring of fire to burst from the ground as soon as her cream paw made contact with the floor below. It hadn't frightened her; no. This made the wicked deputy rather curious. Possessing an odd admiration over fire, this was something she was bound to marvel over rather then tremble in sight of. The homosexual pyromaniac wouldn't know what to call such an ability, for she only possessed few powers. 

Blinking both toxic yellow visionaries before a feline brow would quirk upward in interest as the horrified scream rang violently throughout her ears, the high position's gaze would blaze right after the panicked male, watching as he scrambled for the exit right off of their land. "Well, that was certainly no way to speak to a leader." The grizzly Maine Coon would mutter, tightening her jaw as she pushed herself onto her over-sized, pale paws. She would waltz over to the doctor, his apprentice and the officer; attention first gripping to the paw that had sprouted flames from the ground before flicking up at the pregnant yet elegant oriental cat. 

"You alright, Oraclekeeper?" She would inquire in concern for the queen's well-being.