Request: To counter the death drabbles: Carle foresees one of their deaths and tells the other one about it in hopes they prevent it. ((This could be two seperate drabbles if you want~))
One-Shot:
"Erza, we need to talk."
Erza, from where she had been eating a slice of her beloved cake to help with her depression over what a failure the first day of the tournament had been, looked over to the white cat, blinking and gesturing for her to continue.
"I had a vision," the cat began uncertainly. "Of…Jellal."
Erza started, thrown off by the use of the ultramarine's name. She glanced over and out the window, finding his form seated across the street atop the ledge of the building. "Continue…"
"He jumped in front of an attack to save you and died."
Inhaling sharply, she stared hard at the cat, losing her composure for a second. "What?"
"Yes, and I'm telling you so you can stop it."
Erza nodded softly, grateful for the cat. She'd stop it no matter what. "Thank you, Carla."