⚓ The Tribe of the Black Pearl ⚓ • high ranks + giveaways •

[autobot.]

Snapping Jaws Of Turtle
"gone? Where?" she meowed. she licked one of his wounds, the one across his cheek. "this one is getting better every minute," She murmered.

[happysparrow]

Gaze did not like how close Turtle was to these cats, and he found that he was highly suspicious of all of them. The entire situation felt off, and he glanced at Tempest, hoping for a bit of help in what to do. Turtle wasn't responding to any of his questions in a straightforward way, and he was having trouble pinning her.

[autobot.]

Snapping Jaws of Turtle
"hey. I can tell you think i am very close. i am not. it just happened that scratch was on his cheek!" she blushed furiously. "these cats all need my help! I can't just let them die!"

[happysparrow]

"Well," Gaze thought a moment, before giving an answer, "I give you permission to stay with these cats, than, if they so desperately need you. You are dismissed from your services here,"

[autobot.]

Snapping Jaws of Turtle
she let out a little growl of pleasure. She smirked quite evily.

[happysparrow]

Gaze didn't like that look... had he said something wrong? His fur bristled with the slightest hint of fear, and he quietly unsheathed his claws, "You're free to leave,"

[autobot.]

Snapping Jaws of Turtle
"I am still part of this clan and a loyal cat. I want to stay for the exile ceremony. these cats are staying with me." She meowed, once again approaching him.

[happysparrow]

"They are not allowed on clan grounds, Turtle, do not challenge me," Gaze growled, standing taller and staying his ground. He wasn't letting Turtle have the satisfaction of making him step back. Still, his tail flicked furiously back and forth.

[autobot.]

Snapping Jaws Of Turtle
"well you are not my leader." She hissed. "Tempest is the leader. When he is exiled, then you can be my leader." She meowed, jumping forwards, getting uncomfortably close to the Tom.

[happysparrow]

Gaze looked down at her, but made sure to stay exactly where he was. He was not giving Turtle the satisfaction of moving, and he narrowed his eyes, "Let Tempest speak on the matter, then,"