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?
Ah, Hummels had not a single care for capturing his brother, dragging Blahkenmuro in by the scruff. Atop the mountain he set the Aquinite Boss down on the cold stone, the cougar alert and making sure he wouldn't run off. Besides, Blahkenmuro was in camp - there was no way he could escape when all the clan was here.
"Draftinite, my dears, look what daddy brought home from the attack," he grinned, glaring down at the tom with harsh golden eyes and a sneer.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2014 21:26:49 GMT -5 by Gilliam
Deadline was pleased to know something good came out of it. The viscount was behind Hummels, but not too close. She didn't want to interfere or do anything to disturb him. The feline blinked and waited. Hopefully this 'Boss' would go down. It's unlikely, but it would be exciting. The chocolate cat did come from a clan of killing and bloodthirsty animals.
"I wonder how he became leader." Redhawk mused thoughtfully as he stared down at Blahkenmuro; not only was he the most annoying cat he'd ever met, but he was a mere kitten, too! Hm... the Aquinites would probably be better off with a different leader, but too bad for them. The dark-furred Bengal was just glad that his group was doing well.
Hummels scoffed at his brothers words, attempting to give him a small kick. Maybe he'd squirm; that would be satisfying to watch. "With the capture of Blahkenmuro, no matter how unlikely it seems, the Aquinite will be biting at the bit to get him back. I want him watched at all times and more border patrols. After attacking them we should expect a counterattack from them or even an war announcement if I don't beat them to it."
The cougar turned his attention to Redhawk. "Maybe you'll find out since I'm assigning you to watch over him, be like a guard until we maybe offer a ransom. As a member you are expected to get it done and as a Viscount you must get it done. Understood, Redhawk?"
Bowing his head as Hummels spoke again, Redhawk answered, "I'll guard him well, Lord, I promise." If Blahkenmuro somehow escaped, there was no doubt in the reddish Bengal's mind that he'd get demoted, or at least put on probation. If he couldn't keep track of a simple child, how could Hummels trust him with being a Viscount?