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

[Petscop]

mMMMMMMM this is the coolest warriors rp i've ever seen omg

reserve Lieutenant for me?

shark are made of ur nose p much and its weird

[winx]

Thank you so much. <3 you're so kind.
Reserved.

[Petscop]

"You're the one that they used to hate,"
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Username: Eeveeart.
Cat Name: Hawk's sharp gaze [Gaze]
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom-cat
Tribe Rank: Lieutenant
Personality: Gaze is often avoided by others, his appearance giving an eerily familiar yet distant and evil feeling to the cats around him. This is not true for him though, as he is one of the most hard working and sweet cats you will meet. When working, he stays on track and does whatever he must to protect his tribe. When just casually laying around, he's a kind cat who is often caught helping out the Surgeon, Maidens, or even the Boatswains. He often jokes around about him being too into protecting the tribe, and one day it will cause the end of him.
Scent: Hawk feathers and lime
Family: deceased
History: Hawk's sharp gaze was born to two pure white cats, making the other cats believe their angelic nature was lost on the kit. He was often shunned and hated because along with this, his belief Arcadia was not there. One day when out trying to prove himself to his tribe, a lion fish stung him badly and he ended up getting a horrible infection in his leg. It ended up having to be taken off, the process painful and nearly killed the swabbie. He grew up and adapted to this though, even if a harsh wind knocks him over, he always gets back up. He still doesn't have a strong belief in Arcadia, but he hasn't expressed it. He still thanks her and her clan of the deceased, in case she is really up there. He wouldn't want to disrespect a being like that, but he also doesn't like believing in a higher power that would let that happen to him.
Mate, Crush, Ect.: N/A [Open to crushes!]
Other: Sharks r ur nose

"..."
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Username: Eeveeart.
Cat Name: Turtle's snapping jaws [Turtle]
Age: 21 moons
Gender: Molly
Tribe Rank: Boatswain
Personality: Turtle is a selective mute, often sitting alone by herself. She doesn't like the Captain or Lieutenan for making her work this job, as she wanted to be the Gunner, not this. She tends to hiss at any cat that surprises her or gets too close for comfort, and isn't a nice cat in general. She's only nice to the swabbies and Maidens.
Scent: Sand and salty water
Family: parents deceased, looking for someone to play her sister.
History: Turtle's snapping jaws was born with her sister, and was such a happy apprentice. She thought she was going to become the Gunner, so she worked as hard as she could to provide for everyone to prove herself that she could be a good member of the tribe. Unfortunately, this lead to her becoming a Boatswain. All her moons of mapping out great attack routes, safe places to stay in case of an attack, and things like that, she became stuck with having to do a job she didn't want. Her parents ended up dying of old age quickly after this, so the only cat she can rely on to understand her anger is her sister.
Mate, Crush, Ect.: N/A [Open to crushes!]
Other: Sharks r ur nose

"One, one, one, you can't count it when you're dead, no.."
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Username: Eeveeart.
Cat Name: Colors shifting in the sun [Sun]
Age: 43 moons
Gender: Tom-cat
Tribe Rank: Sailor
Personality: Sun is your average cat, working to provide for the clan but not pushing himself too hard. He's an awkward little bean, often stuttering and stumbling on his own paws. He tries his best to flirt with others, but it just ends badly. He spends most of his time exploring the territory and sometimes even outside that, as he finds happiness in knowing he has every spot on the island memorized. The only time he is super happy is telling the stories his parents used to tell, most of them being about his siblings.
Scent: Burnt palm leaves
Family: Deceased
History: Colors shifting in the sun was born with 4 other siblings, them all constantly playing and having fun. one day, a storm washed in, and his young sibling were washed away, never to be seen again. This was a hard hit to him and his parents, so he stopped socializing with many cats, afraid he would loose them. This is why he stutters a lot and doesn't say things properly, he sorta forgot over the years. His parents saw how badly the hit took him, and they started telling him stories. So many stories about appreciating like while you have the chance, even if you only have one thing going for you, count it again and again. You can never count those things when you're dead. After his parents died peacefully in their sleep, he started to come out of his shell, out and about more than normal.
Mate, Crush, Ect.: N/A [Open to crushes!]
Other: Sharks r ur nose

[winx]

All current forms accepted. Really liking all the info about sharks being our noses
I think we have enough people to start the roleplay, I'm actually going to add a character really fast and then we can start.
I also wanted some opinions on an active member award of some sort. I would not mind making a prize, like a drawing of someone's character, for say, posting at least once a day for a week. Would like to know what you guys would think of that (:
Will edit this post soon with another form and add your cats to the main list in a moment

[happysparrow]

I like the prize idea!! It'll help keep members active. I'd be willing to offer a drawing as a prize, as well, if you need more!

[winx]

Username: Lucy34
Cat Name: Moon that Glows Through Trees {Moon}
Age: 3 moons
Gender: Female
Tribe Rank: Swabbie
Description of looks: (if picture, you dont have to put this) Blue-gray she-cat with piercing blue eyes round as an owl's
Personality: Trusting, caring, selfless, determined to help any clan mate in need of assistance, loves making friends, innocent
Scent: Honeysuckles
Family: N/A, explained in History
History (optional): This little kit was found floating along the ocean, clinging to life on a piece of driftwood that threatened to collapse. Her eyes were not even opened. Some of her claws were torn off from holding so dearly to the unsteady wood. The driftwood was her lifeline. She was taken in by the clan, raised back to life in a loving environment. It is assumed she was cast out of one of the rogue tribes that live on the mainland. The rogue groups try to train their kits from a disgustingly young age, resulting in plenty of them failing and being exiled.
Mate, Crush, Ect.: N/A
Theme Song: A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope
Other: SHARKS !
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// that's great! I would love to have some help with that. <3 We may begin roleplay!
Eye of the Eerie Tempest
The tom found himself lounging outside of the sunken ship that the tribe called its home. He had been thinking a lot lately. His dreams had taken him to the land of the Tribe of Arcadia, but he always found himself lost and alone within its midst. He could feel that something was coming -- a danger that was unknown to him. Tempest could almost hear Arcadia whispering warnings in the soft of his ear, but he would wait for the word of his ancestors to confirm his worries.
He dug his paws into the sun-warmed sand, sinking his claws into the soft terrain to his own enjoyment. Tempest would consult with Rain later in an attempt to get her opinion on the strange happenings of Arcadia. Surely she would have received word if something was coming. His own connection with the land of the ancestors was iffy. He was a proud warrior. Tempest wanted nothing more than the safety and development of his clan.

Moon that Glows Through Trees
The blue she-kit was busy chasing a tiny crab that sneaked in through one of the holes in the hull. She was determined to capture it and put in in the Freshkill pile, just like an apprentice would. It was not long before she learned the consequence of messing with crabs. Moon rubbed her sore and red nose, sniffling slightly at the thought she had been bested by such a tiny creature.

[believe-hwu]

Ｒａｉｎ Ｔｈａｔ Ｆａｌｌｓ Ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ
The pale gray and white tabby sighed, as she had been once again plagued with dreams of terrible things to come. Arcadia hasn't sent anything yet, such as an omen, but they had sent dreams of a cat followed by a storm. Maybe these dreams are omens themselves.

Ｒｕｍｂｌｅ ｏｆ Ｄｉｓｔａｎｔ Ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ
The pale brown/gray tom grumbled, before leaving the sailor's den.

[happysparrow]

Fox was up long before his mentor, pouncing happily after fluffballs and plants like a kit. He felt alive, and energetic, and very happy today! Like most days, actually... Grinning proudly, he trotted back to the den, meowing eagerly at Rain, "I was up with the sun this morning!" he chirped, pouncing on the surgeon's tail playfully, "You should have seen it, ma'am, it was beautiful!"

[believe-hwu]

Ｒａｉｎ Ｔｈａｔ Ｆａｌｌｓ Ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ
The pale gray and white tabby she-cat chuckled, and answered to her bright apprentice. "I bet it was, although I prefer to see the moon."

[happysparrow]

Fox's eyes lit up when his mentor chuckled, and he grinned happily in return, "If we get up early enough, we can see both!" he planned excitedly. He certainly enjoyed spending the quality time together, and quality time usually always involved a fun lesson about healing and being a surgeon!