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?
The battle scarred serval moved towards the border, a blank expression plastered upon his beige features. He had left his old home in hopes to join the Pyronite and he was unknowingly the reincarnation of Ciel Harbringer. "Hello?" The large male called.
anthony "tony" stark MEMBER OF THE PYRONITE + MALE SERVAL
"You called?" Tony would answer quite calmly, looking rather withdrawn from the situation but his mind was always somewhere else. Whether that be to some of the nice ladies that were running around here or about himself always varied upon how he felt-- though honestly, there was never a time that the narcissist thought of anyone but he. "What's your name, man?"
Ah, Brokenmirror. She was always such a joyous little creature. Well, in order for that statement to be dubbed as truthful, the fem littered in scars would need to be possessed by a jolly spirit and body hop into a much smaller figure. Although she is a domestic cat and a female at that, Brokenmirror is a behemoth of a maine coon. Certainly a feline you wouldn't quite want to tussle with for no apparent reason, because before you can explain why you where such an idiot to the deputy, you'd have a dislocated arm and a shattered shoulder blade to work with. However, she wasn't looking to fight with people she didn't have to fight with as long as they didn't prove themselves to be completely worthless and a waste of space on earth.
Golden shards where naturally narrowed slightly, for the sun was blasting directly onto her grizzly features. After the male stated his name, it wasn't long before the hellion herself decided to speak. "Business on Pyronite land." Swift and quick - just how she liked it.
Lavakit slunk over, her hazel eyes glancing over the one-eyed male. He was kind of scary looking and the Nurse wasn't sure if she fully trusted him, but that was okay because maybe he would end up being a new Pyronite and then she would know he wasn't dangerous.
"Well, Staind, you're accepted. Welcome to Pyronite." The oriental meowed as she made her way over, fixating her attention upon the half-faced serval. He did not scare her, even though he looked rather tough; but he did remind him of Hummels, that damn Draftinite leader.