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?
"GATHER FOR STONE'S FUNERAL." Oraclekeeper's loud voice boomed as she stood at the bottom of the volcano, the body of Stone lying peacefully before her. The patrol officer's body had been found first by Lavakit, unfortunately; this was a rather sad day, she hadn't been expecting this at all.
Gripped firmly in her jaws was a stick with a fire lit at the top, though she was careful to hold it by the bottom so her tongue wouldn't be friend. "Come to speak your last words to him, we shall light his body on fire to set him free." She meowed through the stick, her tone dull and flat.
Daenerys quietly padded over to the deceased Patrol Officer's body and sat down near Oraclekeeper. It was sad to see a clan-mate die, but she couldn't let this phase her. She had to keep her head up. She said nothing but closed her eyes and thought, "Rest in peace, Stone."
Daenerys Targeryen, Ranger of Pyronite
Kissingbeehives Resurgam, Lady of Crimsonite
Stone, I regret that I didn't know you better... but you were a good friend, and a wonderful colleague. Sunshot thought, staring down at the body with a remorseful gaze.
In all honesty, she was quite disappointed that she hadn't obtained the opportunity to know the Patrol Officer better. Brokenmirror hated not being capable of saving one of her clanmate's lives, but this was life. Due to not knowing Stonekeeper well, swiping on an apathetic mask was easily accomplished. The cold deputy would remain on the ridges of the group, facade solemn and grim as she watched fellow Pyronites gather around the limp vessel. It was truly a pity that this death had to go about as accomplished. Despite what thoughts where swarming around her mind, the muscular deputy would swipe her ragged, bushy tail cooly around her large, silver paws. Draped in a blanket of serene silence, the heavily scarred maine coon would await for the funeral to proceed.
Well, it seemed as though nobody else was coming; so, the oriental took no further time to get to work; unfortunately, Deertrot forgot to mention that Oraclekeeper dug a whole in the ground that served as a 'grave'; so, she gently pushed Stone into the ditch and threw the burning stick in with him. The charcoal bengal's fur caught fire, and soon enough the flames were reaching up to the sky and out of the grave. "Rest in peace."