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

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat noticed the mess of the herbs, and almost shrieked. Instead, she sighed quietly, already beginning to put some of it back. "Fennel goes over here, and alder bark over here." She answered, gesturing to specific spots.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit attempted to smile at him, dropping the seashell. She picked it right back up, already heading back into the nursery. She set it down, glancing around for anything black.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom padded off, beginning to pad towards the freshwater lake.

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom crouched down carefully, making sure he wouldn't scare her prey.

[EmeraldxFox]

Riptide

The she-cat lunged forward her claws sinking into the squirrel holding it down. She dipped her head her teeth finding the throat. The molly-cat growled quietly as the prey went limp in her jaws.

[xXPuggoXx]

Wave That Creeps Up Shore
Wave twitches back her ears in an effort to keep going. She glances at Minnow, her smile strained slightly from exhaustion. "Thanks Minnow" She nodded slightly to the apprentice. "Is everyone alright?" Wave called, wanting to make sure that these cats who she considered family were ok.

Song from Swallow's Throat
Swallow nods, putting them away. He glances at the mess momentarily, "What happened there?"

Forest Who's Shadows Grow at Sunset
Forest followed Kite, watching the territory he was walk Ng through with great interest.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat had already sniffed some of the herbs, and answered calmly. "[color=#0000BF[Seashell mostly.[/color]" She answered, glancing at a pile of dried-out herbs that were currently covering a kit.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit attempted to smile at him, dropping the seashell. She picked it right back up, already heading back into the nursery. She set it down, glancing around for anything black.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom glanced around for any prey, making sure to keep a nose out for any new scents.

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom quietly congratulated her on her catch, keeping an eye and ear out for prey.

[doryphoros]

♢ W H I S P E R O F S E A O N B E A C H ♢
♢ { whisper ~ female ~ on the beach ~ water, feather } ♢
Whisper smiled gratefully at the molly's hospitality. "I am a bit hungry, could you get me something? And for pain, just my front right paw tingles a bit, but that's all." She noticed Feather poking his head into the den. "I'm doing better than before. Thank you for saving me. It was really kind of you." She meowed.

♤ C A R M E L L O ♤
♤ { carmello ~ male ~ in his lair ~ open }
Carmello stared out the entrance to his lair, head on his paws. Nothing was really happening, and it all seemed peaceful.

♡ C R O U C H O F S T A L K I N G L E O P A R D ♡
♡ { leopard ~ male ~ a bit west of Shipwreck Peninsula ~ sky }
Leopard squinted his eyes, attempting to determine the distance from here to the hollow which he had so lovingly called "Fox's Hollow". "I think it's only a few more yards or so."

[autobot.]

Shallow woke up from her short nap and decided to do some fishing. She went to the lake, as she thought the sea was frightening.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat had already sniffed some of the herbs, and answered calmly. "Seashell mostly." She answered, glancing at a pile of dried-out herbs that were currently covering a kit.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit attempted to smile at him, dropping the seashell. She picked it right back up, already heading back into the nursery. She set it down, glancing around for anything black.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom stopped at the freshwater lake, getting a drink so that he could continue on hunting. But on the way there, he bumped into Shallow. "S-sorry."

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom quietly congratulated her on her catch, keeping an eye and ear out for prey.

[autobot.]

shallow jumped back, and into the water in surprise. "Dammit! Now I look like a skinny, wet, furball!" she said to herself quietly. "Mm, its alright." She meowed, faking a smile. it looked okay.
she sat in the water. her chances of even catching the smallest fish was ruined. she still smiled, but jumped out of the lake and beside him. she stood a few fox-lengths away, and shook out her fur. 'a little fluffier.. ah well, it'll do. "hi!"

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat had already sniffed some of the herbs, and answered calmly. "Seashell mostly." She answered, glancing at a pile of dried-out herbs that were currently covering a kit.

Rumble of Distant Thunder (Rumble)
The pale brown tabby tom sent her a smile, nodding. "Alright, but if you stumble, we're stopping."

Spark of Fading Embers (Spark, known to most of the tribe as Fading)
The ginger and white tabby she-cat flattened her ears. "Alright then." Her coat was already covered in wounds, but the adrenaline rushing through her veins made it so she couldn't feel them stinging.

Seashells By The Shore (Seashell)
The cream lynx point she-kit attempted to smile at him, dropping the seashell. She picked it right back up, already heading back into the nursery. She set it down, glancing around for anything black.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom blinked in surprise, at her response. "Hi." He answered, slightly unsure of what to say.

Screech of Frightened Hawk (Screech)
The pale ginger tabby tom quietly congratulated her on her catch, keeping an eye and ear out for prey.

[autobot.]

shallow smiled. "what brings you to the lake? I was going to hunt but clumsy old me fell into the water," she almost played it off as something hilarious, but on the inside she was furious at herself.