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?
" Anyone have any ideas? I have a few. Gather if you wish to share an idea." the Patrol Master's harsh tone sounded, while the charcoal bengal sat in the volcano.
Lavakit didn't have any ideas, but it would be somewhat interesting to hear what other's had to suggest. Her cozy little clan had grown larger, which was good, and it would be nice to hear some input on how they were doing. Silently, the kitten took a seat, curling her tail around her small paws and glancing at the patrol master.
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 17:04:26 GMT -5
"Hmmm?" Ideas were always helpful, seeing that they were what kept the clan thriving. She liked them, she liked hearing them-- she enjoyed receiving critiques and such as well, just as so long that they are friendly and rational. Nobody liked getting screamed at in the face, correct? Yes, correct.
"As long as the festival doesn't require catching animals on fire, I'm all ears." The Doctor spoke, sitting down. Matchbox didn't smile. He listened to what the others had to say. Didn't seem like much for now. The timber wolf looked at the Patrol Master and didn't move his eyes away.
"A festival? Oh, cool." Sunpaw chimed in, giving a flick of her tail as she approached. The golden tabby wasn't the most creative, though, so she'd lapse into silence after that.
"Are we going to invite the Aquinite?" Lavakit asked, the name rolling off her tongue in obvious distaste. After her first encounter with the Boss, she disliked the group. He hadn't really even done anything rude to her, he had just had an air of arrogance surrounding him and Lavakit disliked it.
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 19:41:02 GMT -5
"Ahh, I like a festival..! Who wants to hold it?" If none of them wanted to, then she would gladly host it. But she did not expect people to hold back in being given the honors, so perhaps it was not necessary.
At first, she wad amused by Matchbox's comment-- but then, the fawn tabby turned her attention to Lavakit, squinting her dark chocolate eyes for a minute. Should they invite them? Hmmm. "No. It should probably be a personal celebration."
"I'll host it." What a quick decision. Matchbox was only interested because he didn't want too many people to actually get hurt. No bad ideas from what he said before, hopefully. "But, I'll need help. Someone needs to help me with better ideas. Maybe this could be more of a group thing. But, otherwise I'll do the talking to get it started." The timber wolf looked at the leader for approval. She may or may not say yes. It didn't really matter, the Doctor was quite flexible.