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?
Approaching the border was a large stealthy melanistic jaguar. He stopped aruptly and glanced around with emotionless gray eyes. A smirk toyed at his lips, this place seemed pretty cool. He waited silently, kneading the ground with his paws a little impatiently.
By coincidence, Brokenmirror had been wondering her group's terrain as well, and was just about to graze the borders they split with the uncharted territory of the beyond. The muscular queen would prowl about the land, over-sized paws planting on the earthy sediment before releasing their grip on the floor to continue her rhythmic stride tempo. The grizzly domestic cat continued to stalk onward as the sound of choppy birdsong fluttered into her eardrums. The deputy's broad shoulder blades would hike skyward and slide down smoothly with each wide step she took. Toxic yellow visionaries would scan her familiar surroundings, on patrol for anything odd or unknown. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a larger, spotted figure dawdling just before the borderline. Puckering her lips outward, the heavily scarred deputy would pivot on a heel, eyeing the jaguar up and down before fearlessly striding towards him, discarding the fact that he was almost three times her size. The hell where jaguars doing out here anyway? "Name and business at the Pyronite border." The gargantuan, silver marbled Maine Coon would deadpan effortlessly, facade chilled and apathetic as always upon greeting such strangers.
"Lee, joining." He responded simply, also eyeing the maine coon up and down. Quite cute, a little tough diva. He gave a little laugh from his nostrils, huffing out.
"Well Lee, welcome to the Pyronite. You're accepted. I'm assumin' you'll do fine with showing yourself 'round, or do I need to walk you through our territory?" The Deputy would mew clearly, tone stern and solid as usual. If she would have known that this male thought she was fucking cute, Brokenmirror would have had a hard time breathing through laughs before she'd show him that she loathed to be seen as some precious little doll that should be coddled by killing and disfiguring a creature so badly to a point where it's species would be unidentifiable. Hell, she was one of the ugliest, wicked-appearing hellions out there. With a plethora of nasty scars that littered and mutilated her appearance and having a particularly buff, large figure that most males didn't exactly desire, the high position didn't think she crossed the lines as being anywhere near ... cute. Needless to say, the word almost disgusted her.
"Names Brokenmirror by the way. I'm the deputy here." The stocky Maine Coon would bluntly introduce, concealing both luminous yellow almonds behind fleshy shutters before exposing them to the jaguar once again. With a deep inhale and exhale, the homosexual individual would await for the spotted masculine panthera to respond to her greeting and previous question.
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2014 17:09:19 GMT -5 by Wildflame