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

[autobot.]

((I just realised, kite is around.. 5 moons older than shallow xp))

Shallow purred extremely loud. Her eyes were closed and she pressed herself against Kites' warmth.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat turned around, after she had heard Seashell. "Off to the nursery." She said, obviously embarrassed as she carried her into the nursery.

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 turned around, once she heard Rain. She blinked, watching the moment with curiosity. I thought surgeons couldn't have mates. Unfortunately, she had said that out loud. As she was carried to the nursery, she had wondered what she did.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom continued to purr, realizing that she wasn't part of the tribe. So if she's not part of the tribe, is she like Forest and not know of the rogues or is she a rogue?

(Whoops. . . But it's cute)

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 smiles and ourred, silently purring to herself now. "you are a tribe member... right?" She sighed.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat turned around, after she had heard Seashell. "Off to the nursery." She said, obviously embarrassed as she carried her into the nursery.

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 turned around, once she heard Rain. She blinked, watching the moment with curiosity. I thought surgeons couldn't have mates. Unfortunately, she had said that out loud. As she was carried to the nursery, she had wondered what she did.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom nodded, noticing her sigh. "I am."

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.]

"I guess we can't have these little hunting sessions as often then," she purred in her flirty tone again.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat turned around, after she had heard Seashell. "Off to the nursery." She said, obviously embarrassed as she carried her into the nursery.

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 turned around, once she heard Rain. She blinked, watching the moment with curiosity. I thought surgeons couldn't have mates. Unfortunately, she had said that out loud. As she was carried to the nursery, she had wondered what she did.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom frowned slightly, not really wanting them to end, then noticed that neither of them really hunted. "I wouldn't call them hunting sessions if you caught one thing."

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

[Puzzles101]

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Sky ~ Sailor ~ She-cat ~ Tags: Leopard

Sky followed Leopard's line of sight, squinting to see what he was seeing.
"Only a few more yards?" Sky asked patiently.
I wonder where we are heading towards. Perhaps a place from his kithood? Sky thought to herself for the moment.

[holmes221B]

ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔷𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔠𝔢

Ice / Boatswain / Female / Location: in the lieutenant's den / Tags: Flower, Light

Ice smiled at Flower. She has some good ideas, she thought, impressed on how fast Flower could come up with new ideas. Ice thought about the plan more. "So, Flower goes and gets a fur sample from Little, but who will get the fur sample from Tempest?"

[xXPuggoXx]

Wave That Creeps Up Shore
As Wave waits for a response, she glances upwards. "Almost there" She said with a slight bitterness, her voice breathy. "Is everyone alright? We're almost there"

Song from Swallow's Throat
Swallow purrs in amusement at Seashell, watching Rain take Seashell back to the nursery, noticing her embarrassment. "It was my pleasure to help" He says to Rain in response to her earlier question, his eyes shining and smile happy.

[believe-hwu]

Rain That Falls Quietly (Rain)
The pale silver and white tabby she-cat set Seashell in the nursery, before padding back into the surgeon's room.

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 turned around, once she heard Rain. She blinked, watching the moment with curiosity. I thought surgeons couldn't have mates. Unfortunately, she had said that out loud. As she was carried to the nursery, she had wondered what she did.

Flight of Squawking Kite (Kite)
The gray tabby tom frowned slightly, not really wanting them to end, then noticed that neither of them really hunted. "I wouldn't call them hunting sessions if you caught one thing."

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