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?
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 20:04:16 GMT -5
Although she was leader, and even though the Pyronites were rather small in numbers, it was safe to say that Oraclekeeper did not know many other Pyronites. Was it bad? Perhaps, but she was not perfect.
"Hello?" The Sheriff called out as she stood outside of one of the in-ground dens. She seemed to be searching for someone. Anyone.
"Hi." The wolf was already near. Like usual. He approached Oraclekeeper rather slowly. Hopefully he wouldn't frighten her. The Doctor wasn't thinking of size, just how he was always there. Maybe that was a good thing. Activity is usually good. "What's up? Any issues with anything?" Matchbox was only wondering what she wanted. It could be bad, but her expression didn't seem to read 'bad news'.
Sunpaw, recognizing both Matchbox and Oraclekeeper, approached with a smile. Ooh, meet 'n greets were fun! She didn't have a lot of groupmates, but the ones she'd met so far were pleasant to be around.
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 21:11:50 GMT -5
Well, that was quick. Her head snapped over to Matchbox, examining him for no more than a minute. He was large indeed, though she was not easily intimidated. Although she appeares to be weak and helpless, the nimble oriental seemed to know how to be pliable in sticky situations-- she was sly like a fox.
"Hey." The cat meowed, smiling up towards the larger canine. "Nothing is wrong, I was just hoping to hold a meet and greet."
And then, the two Patrol Officers had come about. It was nice to see them around, they were reoccurring figures. "Hello."
Ah yes - Oraclekeeper. Quite a beautiful cat if Brokenmirror didn't say so herself. Her own homosexuality sparked ideas and caused sexual desires to fly in all directions throughout the deputy's brain, but before she got carried away, the fae had to make a decent impression. What chance would she have with anyone when blundering up to them and telling them that they had a cute butt and a gorgeous bod. It would probably get some blushes, but who knew nowadays. She had to keep a decent profile around camp, no madder how few members they currently had.
The malicious looking maine coon would stalk over to the group, her crooked posture straightening ever so slightly in response to the sight of Oraclekeeper. Golden celestial luminaries would dance over to the forms of her two other clanmates. The heavily scarred gray queen would give a curt dip of her head before seating her thickly furred body down in front of the more boney high position. "Brokenmirror is the name - deputy here to those who don't know. Pleasure to formally meet you Oraclekeeper." She would muse gruffly, prickly tongue drawing over her sharpened fangs among closed lips. With all the stupid, faint emotions swirling throughout her mind, the deputy managed to remain apathetic on the exterior.
Casual sexual desires? If he would have heard thoughts, he would look at Brokenmirror a bit awkwardly.. because what the hell? But he didn't so, he nodded in responce to being greeted. " How are you today, Sheriff Oraclekeeper?" unlike Clown's other character he was the most fucking formal bitch.
" And hello, Brokenmirror. I'm Stone Warfyer, a Patrol Master." he would reply, dipping his head to the newest member.
Ah a meet and greet session to get to know each other although Bluemarble had doubts that the event called meet and greet had the power to strengthen the bounds between the members. Usually it worked like this--You introduce yourself briefly to the ones that were gathered around and then fall silent after you say out loud that it was a pleasure. However, one of the deputies, Bluemarble, didn't see any harm in meeting with the precious members and Blue actually didn't bite anyone so the Russian blue cat trotted over with dull optics shifting on one member to another as she made her way. Flashing a smile to all, her name came out between her lips. "Bluemarble, pleasure." The usually friendly deputy sounded, then seated herself as she puffed out her chest as the usual. Wrapping her long and short furred tail around her strangely small paws, she fell silent and watched the event going on.
Considering she rarely knew anyone's bames here, the likac tabby decided that she might as well join in on the "fun." Slinking over, Lavakit took a seat by her mom, her light eyes scanning over the cats who had all gathered before her. "Hi. I'm Lavakit."
Matchbox nodded. Alright, so nothing bad. They'd get to know each other here, too. The wolf looked at all the newcomers and heard what they were saying. "I'm Matchbox. You should probably know me, I'm the Doctor around here." The timber wolf was hoping someone would start a conversation with him.
Oh so they were telling their ranks too but shoot Blue forgot to add that at the end of her sentence. Making sure that no one was talking because she didn't want to interrupt someone else, she spoke; mainly her glance rested on the Doctor. "I, too, am a deputy." She simply stated. Well, the Doctor better be a psychologist because you never know whether the sickness is mental or psychical.