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?
And unto the world, a party animal was born. Liquor for blood, confetti for bones. He went by a few names. Mr. 305. Mr.Worldwide. But he had a name he typically went by, and it'd be his main name, of course. Joining a group, he'd been thinking of it for quite a while. Well, here he was. Deep copper eyes full of amusement, signature smirk across his maw, the white tom padded up to the border. Correction. Pitbull did't walk up to the border, he more or less strutted up to the border, his eyes dancing with, well, unreadable emotions. Mostly emotion and confidence, as well as a slightly seductive tint. Not his fault. This was just, you know, how he acted.
Sitting down, the tom neatly wrapped his tail over his paws, blinked twice, and waited for someone to come and let him join. Despite the fact that he believed he owned the world and could do anything, the alabaster tom was actually smart enough not to walk right on into the territory, as he could get into a lot of trouble for that. Death was no way to run a party, no way to get a girl. And so, he waited.
Lavakit hated cocky and arrogant people, though she was somewhat arrogant herself, and if she had known Pitbull she would probably have hated him. Sometimes confidence could be misinterpreted as arrogance, and to Lavakit they might as well have meant the same thing. Glancing at him with a bored glance, the Nurse sat down on the Pyronite side of the border.
"Name and business?" The lilac tabby murmured dryly.
Oh, a lovely little kitty had come to greet him. And, quite quickly indeed. If he wanted to join a group, this one would certainly be a nice one, as it seemed they were really on top of their game when it came to protecting their borders. Blinking, he offered the younger feline a grin, before blinking again, and parting his jaws to speak.
"I have many names. Call me Pitbull, though. My business? To join this lovely little group," he purred, giving Lavakit a friendly wink, and shutting up so she could respond as needed. Too much talking, well, would make him look pretty stupid, in his own opinion.
Lavakit still had no idea if she was allowed to accept people or whatever, she's forgotten to ask her mom. "I'm sure a high position will be here shortly." The lilac tabby mewed, forcing a smile. She wasn't exuberantly friendly towards cats she didn't know. The female may have been a high position herself, yes, but she dealt with herbs and not politics or whatever category this would happen to fall under.
As soon as the grizzly, behemoth of a Maine Coon over-heard that this individual sought a rank within their group, Brokenmirror reported for duty at the location of the joiner as well as Lavakit. Offering both Nurse and new-be a curt nod in greeting, the sadistic deputy would flash her electrifying venomous optics that where injected with a pale yellow hue. The colossal feline's intense gaze weighed beneath the other cat, slicing into his own copper eyes. The heavily scarred queen wasn't one for cocky bastards, but personally, she wasn't one for people in general. Therefor - so long as nobody bugged her about useless drama - the apathetic hellion wouldn't have to bash sense into stuck-up fools.
"Accepted. Name's Brokenmirror, deputy of the Pyronite. Assumin' you are able to show yourself 'round?" The towering, muscular fae's greeting was quite gruff and brief. Personally, she wasn't one for chatter. Her introduction could have been much more lengthy then it had to be, yet that wasn't something that she wanted to deal with. All he needed to know was what she had verbally mentioned.