The two cats simply stood there, trying to process what had happened so quickly. It was just supposed to be practicing a mere magic trick...but then she tripped...she bumped into him...and he got in the way.
The breathing of dark tabby of the two quickened.
"...Tanti..." The sparkly black tom placed a paw on her shoulder in attempt to comfort the sensitive older queen.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME! DON'T LOOK AT MY FACE!" As she wailed and ran off, the magician soon found himself on his own. Staring back into the eyes of the statue that was once the Tribe's protector, (and, not to mention, the chosen heir to Old Deuteronomy's throne), how was he going to explain that he had accidentally turned him to stone?
"Everlasting..." he turned to find his littermate, Quaxo, a neatly-groomed tuxedo cat tom behind him, "...what kind of voodoo did you do, Mistoffelees?"
"I...I don't know." Forcing a nervous smile, he picked up his wand. "Not to worry, though. We can fix it, right? We'll do it before anyone else finds this sight."
"I sure hope so, but-" Quaxo made his brother move his paw down, "-let's make sure it's the right spell, so we know. Wouldn't want to make the situation worse, would we? If it did, we'd probably have to flee."
Nodding, Mistoffelees took one last look at the strong tabby, shuddering at the thought of how he was so suddenly frozen in his tracks. Following his brother over the scrap pile, they went to their den to retrieve their book of spells.