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?
Ravenpaw did not particularly care for making friends, but he decided that if he were to remain successful in this Clan, he would need to at least seem like he cared about the people here. It wasn't that he didn't care about them, he was up to his ears with loyalty for MagmaClan and the members that resided here, but that was where his interest in them ended. Raven was not here to make friends, and he was not here to please everyone; he was simply here to defend his Clan and provide for his Clanmates.
Heaving a heavy sigh and rolling his eyes, Ravenpaw sat down in the middle of camp, disgusted by the amount of dirt that almost immediately grabbed onto his black fur. "Meet and greet." He called, his enthusiasm a little sub-par.
OwlAspen stalked up, her coat spiked by the femme's rough licks and in some places coated by ochre stripes. The red minerals contrasted against her otherwise dull brown tabby stripes. They also outlined her just peeping ribs, telling of a time a little while back. Her glossy coat shows she experiences a very different time now, however. Her rough pads brush the coarse ground as she appraoched the male. Her equally rough dark eyes raked Ravenpaw as she analysed him. Aspen too had extreme amounts of loyalty, though it wasn't specifically for her clan but those close to her. Loyalty wasn't all a positive in her as it made her do reckless things. However, from her self-nicked ears to the white tip of her tail she was reckless so at least it had a positive valve. She smiled at Ravenpaw, having nothing against him- yet, as she easily took offense. Unless he was one of those lucky enough to get close to her. "Hey." She said, charismatic tones swelling and she greeted him. "I'm Owlaspen. Don't call me that, though, if you value your hide. Any derivative is fine." Her voice was smooth, even in those plain sounds, yet also quite colloquial. A strange mix.