WELCOME TO SOLARITE. Cats representing the four elements fight to survive and take all they can from the others. Pollution and mysterious events is what keeps everyone down, sometimes it proves to even be fatal. It's 'fend for yourself', everybody against everybody. Who will win? Who's side are you on?
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( AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED. // BOONDOX RP )
Jul 31, 2014 22:02:33 GMT -5
Post by kat on Jul 31, 2014 22:02:33 GMT -5
The territory was large. There were no sounds of animals to be heard. The mice had started gathering food elsewhere. This was an area ridden of grass and perfect trees. Instead, the trees were bald. They were dead. After all, it's not like money grew on trees. There was a small house behind. What was it? Oh, it wasn't a house. It was a bit larger. They'd name it the town hall. Business had been done there before. There was a strange clay figure inside. It looked like a dying soul, mouth open. It wasn't meant to be evil. Somehow it'd shown after rain.
There also seemed to be piles of some object. What was the object? More like objects. They were damp and charred. Long wooden boards were piled. They used to be of houses and roofs. Somehow set on fire; after all, the trees were charred too.
But, it didn't scare the newcomer. A Devon Rex stood at the base of a tall tree. The white cat peered around every corner of the territory. He often marked it as his own. Excitement filled his veins as the grass-less territory was his. The male would start something. Hopefully it'd grow, grow big.
(time lapse - 5 moons later! )
Cedarsapling had worked hard to restore everything. The cat had only made the town hall decent. But, you'd be able to get around. The Devon Rex breathed in the forest air. It wasn't a complete feel-good feeling. It would do. The fellow members of the clan were to already know herbs. They would already know a little bit about hunting. Only at nights, only at night. The white cat sprawled his long body across the few stones in front of the town hall. He could endure times without food. His stomach was only half full. It'd all be okay, as long as he could make the clan stronger.
Maybe someone would join him. Maybe Cedarsapling would watch the cats wander about.
There also seemed to be piles of some object. What was the object? More like objects. They were damp and charred. Long wooden boards were piled. They used to be of houses and roofs. Somehow set on fire; after all, the trees were charred too.
But, it didn't scare the newcomer. A Devon Rex stood at the base of a tall tree. The white cat peered around every corner of the territory. He often marked it as his own. Excitement filled his veins as the grass-less territory was his. The male would start something. Hopefully it'd grow, grow big.
(time lapse - 5 moons later! )
Cedarsapling had worked hard to restore everything. The cat had only made the town hall decent. But, you'd be able to get around. The Devon Rex breathed in the forest air. It wasn't a complete feel-good feeling. It would do. The fellow members of the clan were to already know herbs. They would already know a little bit about hunting. Only at nights, only at night. The white cat sprawled his long body across the few stones in front of the town hall. He could endure times without food. His stomach was only half full. It'd all be okay, as long as he could make the clan stronger.
Maybe someone would join him. Maybe Cedarsapling would watch the cats wander about.
