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

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Song from Swallow's Throat
Swallow's head ducked down as a seagull swooped down near him. Ears twitching back, his haunches tended as he watches the seagull land a fox-length away. Pausing to take a shallow breath, he sprung up, landing on the gull. Killing it swiftly, Swallow buried it under a light layer of dirt to keep it safe while he continues hunting.Glancing back, he continues tracking forward almost silently.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat decided to go look for some more herbs, seeing as Fox or Blossom hadn't come back yet.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom padded out of the ship to go hunt.

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat narrowed her eyes at him, with a snort. "So what? He helped deliver your kits, didn't he?"

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit huffed at being ignored, and made her way back up the ship. "Hey, Crystal!
Wanna play?"

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom is currently open.

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom is currently open.

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Song from Swallow's Throat
Swallow's gaze flicks around as he tries to find more prey. Muttering some kind of joke under his breath about the lack of prey he could see, he steers more to the left, towards a known water source. Smiling softly to himself, his pace quickens under the little bit of joy just walking gives him.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat padded towards the lake, finding some more borage.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom padded out of the ship to go hunt.

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat narrowed her eyes at him, with a snort. "So what? He helped deliver your kits, didn't he?"

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit huffed at being ignored, and made her way back up the ship. "Hey, Crystal!
Wanna play?"

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom is currently open.

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom is currently open.

[winx]

Shadow That Dances at Night
A wave of understanding came over him. "You are the mother of --" he paused, contemplating on the name he had heard before,"Ah! Fox." He thought over the new information, bemused by the fact he was really being confronted by an angry mother. "It is true. Fox helped deliver my own kits. He would make a decent surgeon; however, you must admit that he probably lacks in hunting or fighting skills. That is why some choose to go down the path of medic, is it not? Plain unexperienced and unable to get the hang of true skills?" Shadow kept on his paws, wary of her corresponding hostility.
Tags: Spark/Fading

Eye of the Eerie Tempest
Tempest had stirred in his sleep at the sound of a yowl in the distance. Upon first inspection, he thought that Raven had returned from her outage on the peninsula, but as the shape got closer, he noticed a distinct calico pattern. His maw dropped open in confusion, memories flooding back to him at a thousand per second. He immediately shuffled his way onto his paws, wobbly from having just woken up minutes before. A fiery warmth was spreading throughout his body, prepared for an attack when -- wait, kits? Is she carrying kits with her? The nearer she got, the more he could make out two little bodies wobbling along with her. A hollow feeling gnawed at his stomach, and this time it was not merely due to his hunger. He strode forward a few fox-lengths to meet her, eyeing her suspiciously all the while. "Little? Why have you come?" Tempest questioned a little awkwardly, knowing full-well she was the reason for his exile in the first place. He was almost positive that she had been the true killer of Moon. It was either her or Shadow.
Tags: Shallow

Flower That Blooms in Shade
Flower heeded Fire's request, attempting to grab Flame by the scruff to fully get her out of the way of the fallen boulder. The angry comments from Crow were quickly forgotten, and Flower thought little of it. If Crow had done what she did, she would have been upset and confused as well at first. Her determination paid off in the end. She plopped herself down on the sand, staring at the group in front of her with a heaving chest. Flame was safely out of the way of the boulder -- thank Arcadia. "We did it." she sighed outwardly.
Tags: Minnow, Fire, Crow, Tide, Flame

Flower That Blooms in Shade
"We're doing great! Ice wanted to speak to you about something." she stated with an excited bounce, taking a step back for Ice to come forward. Perhaps she would get all the details of the Tempest investigation? Hopefully they would not send her away to get back to her apprentice chores.
Tags: Ice, Light

Stream Where Small Fish Swim
Stream took Jackal's words to heart about keeping an eye out for their surroundings. She would not take her eyes off the ground in front of her, searching for paw prints or tufts of fur to keep on the trail. The closer they got to the cliffs the more faded the scent became; it had already begun to wash away. "I'll be happy to see them." she commented about Jackal's suggestion to not worry, still fretting over the possibilities. Stream was protective of the tribe. She felt obligated to know everyone's name and keep up-to-date on how everyone was doing. If anyone needed her to take their position on patrol one day, she would offer herself up for the job. It was a matter of her unconditional love for those that accepted her and treated her with respect within the tribe. As they got closer, she picked up the fear scent along with Wave. "We must be close." Stream picked up the pace, picking her way carefully around openings in the cliff side that threatened to swallow up a cat that was not paying attention. She kept glancing over the edge, half-expecting to see the patrol had fallen down there. The whole patrol could not have fallen. Someone would have been able to make it back to camp . . .
Tags: Jackal, Wave

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat padded towards the lake, finding some more borage.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom padded out of the ship to go hunt.

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat rolled her eyes at him, keeping her claws out. "Either way, he won't be truly safe until you're not in control of the tribe."

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit huffed at being ignored, and made her way back up the ship. "Hey, Crystal!
Wanna play?"

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom is currently open.

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom is currently open.

[happysparrow]

"And what can I help you with, Ice?" Light asked, ears swiveled forward to show the young cats in front of him that they had his full attention.

Song paused, looking over to see which cat was now speaking. Eyes shifting to a light blue. There was something about this new cat that was good, and felt trustworthy. She trotted over to him, eyes wide.

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Wave That Creeps Up Shore
Wave ran forward, looking off the edge, hope and fear mixing in her stomach.

Song from Swallow's Throat
Swallow slowed down as he saw his destination. Relived, he laps up some of the water with his parched tongue. His eyes glance upwards, looking to see if there was another bird he could catch.

[RavenshadowRose]

Darkness laid near Tempest and Spirit, when he heard Tempest say "Little? Why have you come?" and he jumped up, running to Tempests side, his back arched and hackles raised. "Demon" he muttered to himself.

Raven chuckled, shyly looking at her paws, a smile wrapped around her sleek face. She had nothing to say, mostly because she was nervous that he might say no, because she had just basically said she wanted his kits.

Morrigan stood on a floating log, the waves where harsh and all the she wanted was a warm place to be. She stood shaking with fear and cold, her fur was matted and wet. Her tail, sleek and stiff, stood still between her back legs, her claws were unsheathed, trying to grip the wood. Suddenly, her log hit a rock and broke in two, throwing her into the crashing waves, where she struggled to swim to the island nearby. The waves helped her some, getting her to the beach quick enough. She crawled onto the sand, sand covered her very wet paws and legs, as she kept walking up to the grass edge. She hollered loudly for help.

Eagle gasped. "A mother and kits? Why they wont survive in this net storm!" he said. "Let us find them!" he exclaimed.

[happysparrow]

Fox was unsure of whether or not Raven was just informing him, or hinting at something. He suspected it was the latter, but didn't ask just in case he was wrong - he didn't want to offend Raven or make her uncomfortable; however, after a few moments of silence, he paused, finally deciding what he wanted to ask. Was it a risky move? Of course. Was it technically against the surgeon's code? Certainly. Yet still he continued, voice soft and nervous, "Raven? I know it's technically against the rules, but I would be honored if you would allow me to stay by your side forever as your mate. I really love you," He waited nervously for a reply, eyes wide as he realized that he actually said it - after thinking it for so long, he finally said it!