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?
Somehow, the Lord of the Draftinites had - no pun intended - caught wind about Blahkenmuro saying his members were free to attack them. Well, to say the least, he wasn't pleased. Hummels would have guessed they would be attacked in their vulnerable state with few members, however not by his own, childish brother... however, all the same, he couldn't say he was surprised. Foolishness came with childish, did it not?
With a grin on his face Hummels had gotten help from his friends, the Pyronites, and betrayal would also be a part of this attack as well with them joining in. "Oraclekeeper is a wise one," he thought, summoning a smirk, up in front of those he was leading into battle.
And, with a loud, booming voice, he gave permission for chaos to be released... "DRAFTINITES - ATTACK!" Hopefully Oraclekeepers clan wasn't far behind.
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 20:48:10 GMT -5
It was true she had accepted their allyship, though it was only to decieve them; was it sneaky of Oraclekeeper? It sure did seem like it, but regardless it was done. She was here, and he rest of the Pyronites would be soon following her lead.
"Oh, you stupid waterboy." She sighed as she came cautiously towards the battle zone. Should she attack the leader? Gmm, she would see if Hummels would get to him first.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2014 20:48:33 GMT -5 by Wakesfield
Ah, he'd make his brother regret waking up a sleeping giant that was the Draftinite. The cougar lunged forwards towards the leader, Hummels snatched him up by the scruff. And no, he wasn't trying to be gentle. With a grunt he would try to drag Blahkenmuro off as a capture.
Things weren't looking good for the Aquinites, and Harborpaw had to resist the urge to growl at Blahkenmuro as she trotted forward. God, what was he doing? How had he become Boss?
Redhawk, narrowing his eyes approached behind the two leaders. He wasn't fond of the Aquinites, and thought that they deserved this.
The Doctor stood back. He stood behind the war, just watching. The wolf was in the Pyronite clan. So, he was against the territory he stood in. Matchbox decided not to sit down. The modest wolf didn't know whether or not to expect attack. He was mostly there as a doctor. But, he was ready with his claws always out.
Carbondioxide squinted as her leader was taken away quite easily. It almost seemed too planned. The siamese growled like her clanmate and backed up. Was the war over? That fast? The siamese had business to take care of. The cat didn't want to loose that easily.
The ease at which their leader was being dragged off was embarrassing. Carolina wanted to crawl into a hole and die for God's sake. The Underboss hissed in frustration, arching her claws as she attempted to decipher if the battle was over or not.
Attack indeed. Oh, she was simply dying to get her claws painted glamorously in the crimson blood of her enemies, and now, this appeared to be a perfect opportunity. She loved how this was so brilliantly thought out - going against someone while leading them on with the impression that they where still on a good note. How truly awful. Yielding smirk from flashing wickedly across her scarred maw like a hellish shadow, the fem would slink into battle.
However, everything would appear to be over just like that, as soon as their young monarch was dragged away by the masculine cougar. How completely and utterly pathetic. Partly mutilated ears would slick back to her skull, emitting a slightly disgusted, and bitterly amused snort at how simple that had been.
Post by sunriseincoming on Jul 31, 2014 20:40:51 GMT -5
The worried doctor stood back, ready to fight if she must but really was hoping her fellow members could defend themselves. True, it came off as a bit selfish but when you haven't been around for a full year and the fact that she wasn't the BEST fighter, made it a bit more... reasonable in her defense. She was prepared, of course, having rushed to the site of the attack with a large leaf filled with supplies. "Please... don't let anyone die today, our precious gods of Light." She whispered softly, scanning over and taking mental notes of what was occurring before her. Her fur stood on end and her eyes were wide with caution. Something had to be done. But anxiety was rushing into her mind, clouding her reason and logic with rash decisions as always.