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?
Ah, it was time. The very first Solarite gathering. Hummels was pleased to say he and the Draftinites were first to arrive. On the meeting side of the meteorite he sat on a chunk of it at the side of Solarite, looking down at the empty ground. Even if he wasn't atop of Solarite he was still high up. No matter, though; after living in the mountains he was used to high heights and so on.
"THE FIRST SOLARITE GATHERING HAS BEGUN!" he roared, waiting for all the clans to show. This would certainly be interesting.
The Pyronite didn't really know where her other fellows were. The apprentice quietly walked up with gingerly taken steps, small but rounds tracks left behind her. Ranunculae had, like the others, never experienced a gathering of the clans like this was said, or atleast rumored, to be.
The bobcat glanced around, looking for those of other -ites. Hopefully more would arrive!
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corinne didn't particularly want to be here, but it was her duty, as a draftinite civilian, to attend and support her clan... loyal to the bitter end, there was no way anything was going to stop the canine from being present, and as such, she stood several paces behind and below her leader, hummels, who was perched atop the meteorite. quietly, she swayed on her feet, avoiding conversation as best she could.
The tigress padded up as well, glancing back at her fellow Earthinites. They all seemed to be falling behind. Head shaking slightly, Bailley hopped up and seated herself at Hummels' side, not saying a word to him other than a quiet 'hi'.
let's boost the activity!! join the mirenites today!
Dramatenia snorted. Why did she have to come? Oh because she was the marquess so she had to set a good example! Fuck the life she had... Padding in she scowled, slapping two trainees laughing at the fact of how fat she was.
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Post by darcy aerie. on Jul 31, 2014 23:05:21 GMT -5
The mute apothecary trainee trotted in silently, flicking an ear as Calico tracked on mobile.
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doesn't mean you know my game !
Post by TYRANNIUS ABORDUNUS on Jul 31, 2014 23:05:28 GMT -5
Tyrannius snorted as he neared the other animals. He was not very excited for this gathering. More like grumpy. He took his place and curled his tail around his paws.
baby blue what you after?
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Subordinate of Earthinite message wynter if you need him
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 31, 2014 23:05:32 GMT -5
Interesting, indeed; she despised seeing the Aquinites honestly, especially since they kidnapped her daughter-- but for now, she had to stay calm and peaceful. It would be disrespecting the Solarite, after all.
Oraclekeeper took a seat beside the nuch larger cougar, allowing her dark chocolate gaze to pan across the growing crowd. Oh, how would things go? Who knows.
Absolon had only recently joined the Aquintes, though he was still rather clueless about how all of this worked. They worshipped a meteor.. alright. Interesting enough. Creepy, but interesting.
The serval pointed his deep copper eyes around to try and pinpoint a place to sit, and so he decided to rest his attention upon Ranunculae; from the get go he recognized her as a beauty, she stood out from the rest and sort of had this strange vibe. So hey, fuck it. He'd go over.
"Hey." The lanky wildcat greeted the other pretty one, though he did not offer a smile. Instead, he looked at her with a hint of curiosity worn on his face.
Deadline arrived first out of Kat's animals. The chocolate layered cat approached cautiously. She was there to represent Driftinite. She approached Hummels slowly. The cat didn't want to say anything yet. As a Viscount, she felt the requirement to be there. Also, she respected their religion without trouble. Deadline closed her eyes and took the moment in. Hopefully no fights would start.
A timber wolf moved his paws swiftly. His fur hung and swung with the wind. Matchbox never showed attraction towards anyone, so hopefully this wouldn't distract him. The dark-skinned wolf was there as a Doctor of Pyronite. He loved it there. The few there were quite friendly. The impish wolf shook his head and kept moving forward to get there on time.
Hummels would grin a bit at the sight of all the faces showing up so quickly. So far it seemed like a success.
Ranunculae jumped a little at the sudden voice. She hadn't expected anyone to talk to her, just a young apprentice and no one important, especially compared to the other inhabitants if the large and powerful Pyronites. The beautiful femme blinked her hazel eyes at Absolon, still finding this a mild bombshell.
Soon enough however she recovered from all the surprise, flicking a pointed and tufted ear. A white flower was nestled behind it, moving slightly with the movements. "Hello," she greeted, soft spoken and voice like honey - smooth and sweet.
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Sunshot, excited to interact with all the other groups, bounded in after some of her fellow Pyronites. Hm, this'd be cool! Harborpaw, frowning at the people running in and shoving others in their commotion, sat off to the side. She didn't see why she had to be here... hmph. Redhawk, eyes bright, took a seat with the other Draftinites. This was the Viscount's - and everyone else's - first Gathering, and he was curious to see what it was like.
Post by tropebound on Jul 31, 2014 23:22:00 GMT -5
t r o p e k i t
the albino's spin prickled as he slid through the crowd, ignoring the fact that he stood out like a black sheep in a purebred white farm. in all honesty trope was surprised he had even come along, the kitten would likely just get lost and end up getting a bad view of the meeting. the little pyronite prince, or at least, the sheriff's son, kept his head down. maybe they'd think he was just an oriental solid white if he walked fast enough and they didn't look hard enough. maybe they wouldn't notice that he was a complete oddball. an albino. he still lacked a clear understanding of the word, but to him it currently meant pale and different.
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 31, 2014 23:22:34 GMT -5
If he coukld describe the fae in just one word, he would say hypnotic. There was something about this girk who seemed to throw her off his balance, see right through his skin and take a grab at his soul;there was just something so electric about this girl, yet he did know what it was.
At first, he didn't know what to say; ahould he just leave it at that? Np, he would steal glances of her if they grew silent. But what was he supposed to do, then? Wel, certainly not stay silent.
"My name is Absolon. I'm from Aquinite." He spoke calmly, as if he was unphased by the bobcat. The serval's voice was smooth and fine, though a bit squeaky thanks to puberty being a bit.. late. "Who are you?"
Absolon. Huh. It was a rather handsome name in her opinion, somehow instantly programmed into her head after she heard it once with those tufted ears. So he was an Aquinite, huh? Well, she was about to burst his bubble - pun definitely intended - and it was a shame they were enemies.
"I'm Ranunculae," the femme informed him with a slight nod, one that slowly grew a bit in speed before stopping. Ranun's hazel eyes shifted down to her round paws, "I'm from the Pyronites. It's nice to meet you, Absolon." Just addressing him sent chills down her spine - damn.
Carbonpaw wasn't exactly the shy type. Maybe this would shine during this gathering, maybe it wouldn't. The Siamese feline made her way to someone she had seen before. Oh, she's seen the one cat... Absolon. They happened to be in the same clan together. The slightly white cat walked her way over, not bothering to care about how the other cat was exchanging looks with her. The female butted into the middle of the conversation. "HI. I'm Carbonpaw."
Spotting Absalon and Carbonpaw, Harborpaw approached slowly, glancing between her two groupmates with a nod of her head. She thought that Absalon was rather handsome, but that pretty bobcat seemed to have caught his eye; oh well. "Hello, er, Ranunculae." That was a complicated name, even longer than Blahkenmuro, which took some getting used too. "I'm Harborpaw."