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?
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 31, 2014 22:45:58 GMT -5
The journey here was not too long, really. He'd been a loner, living and tryig to make his life meaningful; but yet, it was still dull. boring. Meaningless. He could crawl up and die and he would be nothing more than a bug to everyone-- because he was an insect to this world. Small. Defenseless.
His name was Absolon; the young trainee was no more than six months old, stanfing rather tall for his age. Yet, he was still scrawny and lacked any muscles; he never had to fight, never had to really defend himself around anyone. It was strange, since he had lived in solitude for so long-- u til now, that is.
The servaline child had sat down at the border, figuring that someone might come pick him up soon. He watched cats come in and out of these lands, some were even joining; surely, he could do the same?
Harborpaw, seemingly the first to arrive, would approach the serval with a curious gaze. It was rare to see animals other than domestics around, and this was the first of his kind she'd seen; he was tall, a lot taller than her, and he was all spotty. Hm... interesting.
Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, the white trainee questioned, "May I have your name and business?"
A small Siamese came to the group. It wasn't her business to let them in the clan. But, she'd seen this cat before. At the gathering. Carbonpaw knew she was a part of this clan. She'd be welcomed in, like usual. The small feline wanted to meet her. Some strange feeling was coming at the Siamese and she didn't know what it was. The fem tuned in to hear what Absolon had to say.
"Absolon. I'd like to join." The lanky trainee replied as he settled his attention upon the shorter female, fixating his copper eyes on her own gaze. He was copying what he'd seen other 'joiners' do; he said his name, and he repeated what they said. I would like to join. It was a simple process, really.
He turned his attention to the others, looking at Blahkenmuro and Carbonpaw; though, he said nothing. He just glanced at them, nothing more came from him.