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?
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one touch will make me in love / PRIVATE, ORACLEKEEPER
Aug 3, 2014 19:13:14 GMT -5
Post by Wildflame on Aug 3, 2014 19:13:14 GMT -5
Pyronite was one hell of a group - for she had already seen so much happen over the sunrises and sunsets of dwelling within this intricate cluster of creatures. Although they where still developing, her home was known as one of the largest groups within the main four Nite-originations. Brokenmirror was certainly one of the more ... brutal members within the group. She couldn't quite tell if they where known as the good guys or the bad ones. Perhaps they leaned more towards being pro, yet she couldn't quite confirm anything just yet. The maine coon had many more moons to go until things could become less hazy in means of the Pyronites.
It was late - everything seemed to be dead to the world, and even her massive statue was still. If it weren't for her heart rate and steady breathing tempo, one would think that the mighty feline would be an inanimate object of the sorts. However, she was very much alive and awake. The queen would be stooped at the rim of the territory, back turned to the vast underground cave systems and the dormant volcano. She was overlooking the setting sun, trapped in a serene trance. The silver marbled hellion looked peaceful and not so harsh as she would in comparison to being around others. Solitude was quite pleasant, especially when you where transfixed on such a sight like a horizon line decked with orange, pink and red pastel pigments. It was quite stunning, to be quite honest.
It was late - everything seemed to be dead to the world, and even her massive statue was still. If it weren't for her heart rate and steady breathing tempo, one would think that the mighty feline would be an inanimate object of the sorts. However, she was very much alive and awake. The queen would be stooped at the rim of the territory, back turned to the vast underground cave systems and the dormant volcano. She was overlooking the setting sun, trapped in a serene trance. The silver marbled hellion looked peaceful and not so harsh as she would in comparison to being around others. Solitude was quite pleasant, especially when you where transfixed on such a sight like a horizon line decked with orange, pink and red pastel pigments. It was quite stunning, to be quite honest.