Ramati

Family: Surasa, Taffeta, Draled, Itura
Familiar: N/A
Personality: Depressed because of his oracle powers: he can only see negative prophecies, which has taken a toll on his mental state over the years. He has a negative attitude, and the only dragons that successfully help him are his mate Taffeta, who is also a grumpy dragon and his sister, Surasa who has positive prophecies.
Oracle of the clan He can only tell prophecies about the negative future, unlike his sister that can only tell positive prophecies.

Ramati and Surasa

Ramati woke up screaming, like he did every other night, right next to his sister Sursa. Every night it was the same nightmare that involved only one thing; fire. Fire is what had destroyed their previous clan, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Their mother had basically thrown them out of the clan’s makeshift home, made of wood that was burning. Ramati and Surasa ran as far as they could. The fire was made by beasts that wanted the pearlcatcher clan destroyed.

Ramati and Surasa had made it all the way into the Tangled Woods, where they were greeted by a giant purple colored imperial dragon. He snarled and bent down to examine the two young dragons.
“Why are you here?” He asked.

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Now the hatchlings were in the nursery, being taken care of by Rhoda. There was another hatchling with them, an imperial, but he didn’t wake up to Ramati’s screaming.

Rhoda flew to Surasa and Ramati, “Are you two alright?” she asked.

Ramati nodded, but he was shaking out of fear. He didn’t like having these nightmares, especially because the event had happened weeks ago. The next day Surasa was painting like she did every day, and Ramati just watched in silence, which was unusual for him. He was usually talking to the ladies and flirting, but now he was quiet and staring at the wall.

“Are you okay Ramati?” Surasa asked.

He nodded his head, “I just feel like something bad might happen here.”

His sister stopped her painting, “Like what?” she asked.

He looked around the cave. It was big, it could fit a lot of dragons and even familiars, and it even had a big lake, but that didn’t mean it was as safe as everyone was letting on. He looked at his sister’s painting; it was of a cave, dragons flying all over it. He saw Kira and Undyne, Cato, and then himself and Surasa. They looked happy.

“Here,” she said to Ramati giving him the paint brush, “draw what you feel.”

Ramati took the paint brush and started drawing, though he wasn’t as talented as his sister. He drew a cave and dragons, but then he started drawing beasts and weapons underneath the cave, and dragons being struck by arrows, and then dragons falling to their deaths. He dropped the paint brush.

“That’s what I feel is going to happen…” He said quietly to his sister.

“What is going on with us??” She asked Ramati, who only shook his head in disbelief.

“Remember that fire that happened to our old clan?” He asked his sister. She nodded, “Well, this might seem crazy, but I dreamt that it was going to happen and I had a bad feeling about it at least a week prior, and it happened. And now we’re at another clan, with an amazing clan, but I have the same feeling in my chest.” He explained.

Surasa took her brother’s hand, “It’s okay Mati, we’ll get through whatever’s going on. I promise.” Ramati smiled at his sister, but he didn’t feel better about these new thoughts and feelings in his head.