⚓ The Tribe of the Black Pearl ⚓ • Tides of Betrayal

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INTRODUCTION
You wander aimlessly along a deserted beach of white
sand, which stretches beside a lake with the darkest,
most foreboding water you’ve ever encountered. The
distant cries of seagulls break the thick silence,
unsettling you further. The wind, carrying the scent of
rain and an impending storm, makes your sore muscles
tense in fear of the rising floods. You had ventured to
explore the peninsula you glimpsed from the main
island, but something feels wrong. You swear you catch
a flicker of movement in the bushes ahead. Eyes begin
to emerge from the foliage, watching you intently, yet
none dare to approach. It’s as if they are deliberately
avoiding you. Then, as though summoned by the
moment, a dark tabby with piercing green eyes steps
forward. A smile, awkward and unsettling, twists his
features, and you instinctively step back, wary of the
dangerous aura emanating from the feline. His voice
flows smoothly as he asks,
"What are you doing on my territory?"
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ALLEGIANCES
she-cats [13] | toms [13] | other [2]
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captain [leader, 1/1]
Eye of the Eerie Tempest | ♂ | winx

lieutenant [second in command, tbd]

gunner [generals of war, 1/1]
Jaws of Ruthless Crocodile | ⚧︎♂ | rybka

surgeon [treat illnesses, 1/1]
Whispers of Mending Tide | ♀ | lacke

surgeon apprentice [2/2]
Brambles that Cling Tightly | ♀ | V.Vulpes
Lightning that Burned the Cherry Tree | 🜬 | Queen

boatswain [assign chores to members, 1/3]
Wind of Dark Storm | ♂ | heresalittlefaith

field medics [treat fallen sailors during battle, 2/3]
Snow on the Summit | ♂ | SpiritStar3
Moth of Nights Embrace | ♀ | comfypxl

sailors
Snarl of Angry Dog | ♂ | winx
Song of the Humpback | ♀ | Furrydogs12
Bubbling of Geyser | ♂ | Furrydogs12
Swooping Bat from Cave | ♂ | V.Vulpes
Frozen Leaf that Flew Over Sea | ♀ | Queen
Lightning Striking the Sea | ♀ | ienir
Glide of the Sea Bird | ♀ | Fawnie

apprentices
Shell of Nautilus | ♀ | Furrydogs12
Wolverine that Hunted Hares in Field | ♂ | Queen
Monkey that Swings on Vines | ♂ | ienir
Leaf that Falls Swiftly | 🜬 | heresalittlefaith
Mumble of Troublesome Loki | ♂ | Firelight_AA

maidens [mothers expecting kits]
Bloom of Sheltered Coral | ♀ | lacke
Shadow of Burning Fire | ♀ | SpiritStar3
Fire of Dawn's First Light | ♀ | Firelight_AA

swabbies [kits]
Fin of the Orca (not yet born) | ♂ | Spiritstar3
Squeak of Seal Pup | ♀ | Firelight_AA

retirees [oldest, most respected members]
Bite of Unyielding Shark | ♂ | lacke

loners [can be different species, 1/10]
Horizon | ♂ | ienir

rogue leaders [Swashbuckler followers, 1/2]
Nyx | ⚧︎♂ | Spiritstar3

rogues
Lilypad that Cradles the Rain | ♀ | winx
Ripple in Still Water | ♂ | heresalittlefaith

outcasts [exiled, 0/10]
name | ♀/♂ | [url]u[/url]ser

Deceased Cats
[url=link to form]Name[/url] killed by explanation here

Hiatus
(These characters are currently on hold due to user
absence. If you’re returning and would like to bring
them back into the story, they’ll be waiting for you.)

Almos (Beast/Odd Thing) | 🜬 | necrobinical
Vicious Strike of Tiger | ♀ | necrobinical
Murmur of Midnight Sea | ⚧︎♀ | necrobinical

Reserved Names

Taken Names
Tempest, Jaws, Whispers, Snow, Snarl, Song, Geyser,
Nautilus, Bloom/Coral, Shadow, Shark,
Almos/Beast/Odd Thing, Brambles, Bat/Swoop,
Murmur, Strike, Moth, Fin/Orca, Cherry, Wolverine,
Frozen, Lightning, Horizon, Monkey, Leaf, Dark, Lily
Nyx, Bird, Ripple

Open Familial Positions
- Whisper & Moth’s father Roar
- Orca's father
- Cherry’s parents
- Wolverine’s foster mother
- Frozen’s parents + brother Wave
- Bat’s mother
- Any family for Brambles

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Roleplay Rules
• Follow the CS rules here
• No more than 3 characters
(exception: cat randomizer)
• Put forms on
discussion thread
• No unnaturally colored cats
• Tribe nickname must
be unique
• Two weeks of inactivity
results in characters being
put on hiatus (unless you
contact me first)
• Only one high rank per person
• Write at least 3-4 sentences
• Write a sentence about "sharks"
if you read the rules

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Surgeon Code
• A surgeon may not fall
in love or take a mate
• A surgeon may not have kits
• A surgeon may only
retire when their
apprentice is ready
to take their place
• A surgeon shares dreams
with only
the Tribe of Arcadia
• A surgeon may only
discuss dreams,
prophecies, etc. with
the captain or other surgeons

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Arcadian Code
• Defend the tribe with life
• Do not trespass
• Elders, kits, and queens
are first priority
• Swabbies become apprentices
at six moons
• New sailors will keep vigil
on beach till dawn
• Lieutenant becomes captain
after death of previous
• New lieutenant must be chosen
by dawn of next day
• Boundaries must be marked daily
• No sailor can neglect a kit
in pain or danger
• An honorable sailor does not
need to kill other cats to win
their battles
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Mentors
Snow mentors Nautilus
Snarl mentors Murmur
Strike mentors Wolverine
Moth mentors Monkey
Lightning mentors Leaf
- mentors Loki

Crushes
Shadow likes Snarl
Snow likes Tempest
Cherry likes Bat
Leaf likes Wolverine
Dark likes Moth

XXMates
XXName and Name are mates

XXFamily
XXJaws, Snarl, and Tusk are siblings
XXShark and NPC parent Jaws, Snarl, and Tusk
XXFox B-12 (NPC) and B-17 (NPC) parent Almos
XXForest (NPC) and Shadow are siblings
XXFlame (NPC) and Shade (NPC) parent Shadow
XXDawn (NPC) and Snow are siblings
XXIce (NPC) and Wind (NPC) parent Snow
XXLightning and rogue NPC parent Murmur
XXMoth and Whisper are siblings
XXRoar (NPC) and Feather (NPC) parent Moth & Whisper
XXShadow and NPC parent Orca (unborn)
XXTempest & Shadows foster parent Wolverine
XXFrozen and Wave (NPC) are siblings
XXLeaf and Ripple are siblings
XXEcho (NPC) and Light (NPC) parent Leaf & Ripple
XXNyx and NPC parent Lily.
XXFirelight foster parent Squeak.
XXFirelight and Loki are siblings at heart.

XXPrey
XXMice Common
XXFish Common
XXCrab Common
XXSeagull Common
XXTern Uncommon
XXPuffin Uncommon
XXPelican Uncommon
XXBat Uncommon
XXVervet monkey Rare
XXIguana Rare
XXTurtle Rare

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XXPredators
XXWhite-tailed kite Common
XXRaccoon Common
XXLionfish Common
XXSnake Common
XXWild dog Uncommon
XXJellyfish Uncommon
XXEel Uncommon
XXStingray Uncommon
XXBarracuda Uncommon
XXWild boar Rare
XXShark Rare
XXCrocodile Rare
XXTiger Rare

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History
He would be a pirate, a true terror of the seas! Swashbuckler could see it now—his future laid out before him, gleaming with adventure and glory. His name would send shivers through the hearts of all who heard it. Aboard the sleek, shadowy vessel, the Black Pearl, he would rule the waves, the ship's dark hull slicing through the ocean with deadly grace. The tattered flag of skull and bones would flutter in the wind as Swashbuckler commanded his crew with fear and fury. And one day, he would return to the village, his fur matted from battles, claws sharpened by war, and be greeted with awe-filled whispers: "It’s Swashbuckler of the Seven Seas—the Terror of the Reefs!"

But fate had other plans. One moonless night, the Black Pearl found herself at the mercy of a brutal storm. Tossed by the violent gale, the ship was flung toward a treacherous island coast. The mast snapped like a twig, and the crew, powerless against the storm, watched helplessly as the ship was drawn into the rocks. The hull shattered with a deafening crash, and the Black Pearl was lost.

All but two perished in the wreck. Swashbuckler, ever the survivor, crawled from the wreckage, determined to rise again, leading through dominance and fear. By his side was Maiden Arcadia, a cat of quiet resolve and boundless empathy. Together, they gathered the remaining survivors and forged a new path. But while Swashbuckler saw strength in fear and control, Arcadia believed in unity, built on trust and understanding. The rift between them grew, and the tribe was torn between the two leaders' visions.

Swashbuckler’s aggressive and fear-based leadership soon led to unrest. His harsh methods were seen as a threat to the fragile peace Arcadia had cultivated. Unable to sway the tribe to his way, Swashbuckler was driven out, his ambition and lust for power seen as dangerous. His departure marked the tribe’s final break from his brutal philosophy.

Arcadia, now the sole leader, guided the tribe with compassion and wisdom. Over time, the cats came to revere her, honoring her with tales passed down through generations. They believed Arcadia’s spirit lived on, offering guidance through the omens at the sacred waterfall, where the tribe sought counsel from their ancestors.

However, Swashbuckler did not disappear into the shadows quietly. Driven by bitterness and a thirst for revenge, he gathered a group of like-minded rogues who shared his belief in strength through fear. These rogues, descendants of Swashbuckler and his followers, became the tribe’s sworn enemies. The enmity between them has simmered ever since, a bitter feud that threatens the fragile peace of the tribe.

The wreck of the Black Pearl still stands as a symbol of the tribe’s origins, a home to the spirits of their ancestors who sailed the seas under the banner of Arcadia. Meanwhile, the rogue group descended from Swashbuckler lurks in the shadows, ever plotting their revenge.

Religion
The Tribe of the Black Pearl holds a deep reverence for the Tribe of Arcadia, the spiritual realm led by the legendary Arcadia herself. From her place in the vast Silverpelt, she watches over the fallen members of the tribe, offering guidance and protection. When a new captain is chosen, they receive their nine lives through a sacred meeting with Arcadia. During this meeting, Arcadia shares her wisdom, advising the new leader on the needs of the tribe, the challenges ahead, and the history of their ancestors, particularly her own journey aboard the Black Pearl. Her guidance shapes the tribe's future, ensuring they stay true to her values of unity and understanding.

Arcadia communicates through dreams and signs, sent to the tribe’s surgeon, apprentices, and occasionally to particularly gifted members. These visions are crucial to the tribe’s survival, and those chosen to receive them are held in high esteem. The tribe, having lived on the island for many moons, knows only the faith in Arcadia. StarClan and the Dark Forest are foreign to them, and those who do not believe in Arcadia's teachings often face social exclusion.

Opposing Arcadia’s peaceful reign is the dark figure of Swashbuckler, who resides in the Place of No Stars—a realm where banished and evil tribe members are cast. Swashbuckler, fueled by jealousy and bitterness, believes he is the rightful leader of the Tribe of the Black Pearl, having also survived the wreck of the Black Pearl. He gathers outlaws and spirits like himself, fostering hatred for Arcadia and her descendants. The two spiritual leaders stand in stark opposition, each with a different vision for the tribe. While Arcadia strives to protect and guide her tribe with wisdom and empathy, Swashbuckler seeks power, driven by a deep desire for control and revenge. Arcadia, fearing the destruction that Swashbuckler’s twisted leadership could bring, holds firm to her position, guarding the tribe from his vengeful influence.

Territory
In the present day, the island of Andros, known to the tribe as Isla Nublar, is part of the vast chain of islands in the Bahamas. Isla Nublar is largely covered by a dense rainforest, creating a rich and mysterious environment for the tribe. The largest of these islands is Voyager Island, a central location for the tribe's activities. The tribe’s camp is located on Shipwreck Peninsula, a prominent feature of Voyager Island, which serves as the heart of the tribe’s territory. Shipwreck Peninsula is surrounded by water on three sides, connected to the island by a narrow isthmus. The coastline has wide, sandy beaches, while further inland, the landscape transitions into a dense rainforest. The remains of the Black Pearl, a washed-up ship, rest on the eastern side of the peninsula, serving as the tribe’s main space for daily activities.

On the western edge of Isla Nublar lies a smaller isle called Outcast Isle, a desolate place where traitors and exiles are abandoned, left to meet their fate in isolation.

Scattered along the center of Isla Nublar are smaller isles that have broken away from the main landmass, known collectively as the Swabbie Islands. Among them, Echo Isle and Shiver Isle are the most notable. Echo Isle holds particular significance for the tribe as it is home to the sacred Arcadian Waterfall. Here, surgeons, captains, and other spiritual members come to seek guidance from the tribe’s ancestors, especially the wise Arcadia, in the pure waters that gather in the pool beneath the waterfall.

To the north lies Cutthroat Isle, the island claimed by Swashbuckler’s rogue group. This island serves as their stronghold, and although they have never launched a full-scale attack on the tribe, their presence is a constant threat. The tribe remains vigilant, driving the rogues back whenever their scent is detected.

Turtle Bay and Parakeet Bay are named for the seasonal visits of turtles and parakeets that flock to these shores each year. Shiver Isle, though rarely explored, holds an air of mystery. According to old records, there is said to be an abandoned walker’s home on the isle, a relic from another time, left untouched and waiting to be rediscovered.

Camp
The tribe’s camp is located at the heart of Shipwreck Peninsula, a stretch of land surrounded by water on three sides. The coastline features sandy beaches, with coral reefs visible both above and below the water’s surface. Inland, the rainforest grows thick, dense with towering trees and vibrant foliage. The jungle thins around a shimmering freshwater lake that provides the tribe’s main water source.

On the western edge of the peninsula, rocky cliffs rise high, offering protection from storm surges and severe weather. The eastern side is dominated by the wreck of the Black Pearl, the ship that once carried the tribe’s ancestors across the seas.

The stern of the ship acts as the tribe’s primary gathering space, while the crow’s nest above serves as the leader’s perch. The hold of the ship, half-buried in the sand, serves as the center for the tribe’s daily activities. To the right of the hold lies a warm, concealed room often used by nursing maidens and swabs for safety and comfort. To the left of the hold is the retiree’s den, an airy space for the older members of the tribe to rest. The boatswain and sailors share a room further up a slanted passage, which was once the sailors’ dining hall. Apprentices reside in a smaller connected space nearby.

The captain’s quarters are located up a winding set of stairs in the hold, offering a luxurious room adorned with silk linens, cushions, and rare items from the walker’s past. These quarters are shared by the captain, lieutenants, and the gunners, who work closely with the captain to maintain control over the tribe's defense and strategy.

Though part of the bow was torn away during the storm that wrecked the Black Pearl, the gap has been covered with thick vines, allowing only the surgeon and their apprentices to pass through. This hidden area serves as the tribe’s medical den, stocked with herbs and remedies stored in alcoves within the ship’s walls. A hollow in the deck collects rainwater below in the bow, providing fresh water to those in need of healing.



Biodiversity
Isla Nublar is home to a diverse range of bird species, including toucans, hornbills, parrots, cockatoos, macaws, flamingos, cassowaries, and kingfishers. The island's interconnected ecosystems support a variety of mammals, both large and small, such as monkeys, wild boars, seals, capybaras, tapirs, tigers, whales, and dolphins. The coast is lined with vibrant coral reefs, home to a dazzling array of fish species, including mandarin fish, angelfish, various types of sharks (including the whale shark), lionfish, seahorses, and leafy sea dragons. Reptiles are also abundant, often seen basking in the sun or stirring on the beaches in the early hours. Common reptilian inhabitants include iguanas, anoles, crocodiles, tree boas, pythons, sea turtles, and tortoises. The island is rich in fruit trees, including coconuts, bananas, starfruit, passion fruit, and oranges, which provide both flavor and spice. The naturally grown trees yield abundant harvests. The island's flora is equally vibrant, with flowers like orchids, birds of paradise, temple plants, and dragon arums adding a splash of color to brighten the landscape.

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[ the triad ]

The leadership triad consists of the captain, lieutenant, and gunner, who work together as the central decision-making body of the tribe. Each member brings a unique strength: the captain provides overall direction and vision for the tribe, guiding both military and diplomatic strategies; the lieutenant ensures the smooth execution of the captain’s plans, managing internal operations, and resolving conflicts; and the gunner focuses on military readiness, devising battle tactics and keeping the tribe’s sailors in top condition. The triad’s synergy is crucial for maintaining balance within the tribe—while the captain sets the path forward, the lieutenant ensures the tribe stays united and functional, and the gunner ensures it is prepared for conflict. The triad members consult each other regularly, making important decisions collectively to ensure the tribe’s survival and prosperity. Their constant collaboration and mutual respect ensure a seamless leadership transition, particularly in times of crisis, where the captain’s leadership may be challenged. The triad represents the heart of the tribe, balancing strategy, internal stability, and readiness.

[ captain ]
The captain is the heart
and soul of the tribe, the
ultimate decision-maker
whose wisdom and leadership
guide the tribe through both
peaceful times and crises.
A natural-born leader, the
captain listens to the counsel
of the lieutenant, gunner,
surgeon, and other trusted
members to ensure the
tribe's survival and prosperity.
The captain is responsible
for making crucial decisions
regarding alliances, territory,
and responses to external
threats, with the welfare
of the tribe always at the
forefront of their mind.
Beyond tactical and strategic
thinking, the captain must
inspire loyalty and unity
among the tribe, offering
hope and direction during
turbulent times. In times
of war, they lead the charge
alongside the gunner and
lieutenant, and in times of
peace, they mediate disputes
and maintain order. The
captain holds the final say
in matters of law and custom,
and their words are considered
sacred by all tribe members.

When the captain takes
on the role of leader, they
receive a sacred gift from
the Tribe of Arcadia: nine
lives. This gift, bestowed
through a spiritual ceremony
at the Arcadian waterfall,
grants the captain a unique
connection to the ancestors
and the divine forces that
guide the tribe. Each of the
nine lives is seen as a blessing
and a responsibility, allowing
the captain to endure and lead
the tribe through trials that
would otherwise be
insurmountable. However,
each life also represents
a sacrifice—should the captain
fall in battle or face dire
consequences, they must
use one of their lives, and
once all nine lives are spent,
the captain's reign comes to
an end. This sacred bond with
Arcadia ensures the captain's
continued guidance, but also
reminds them of the weight
of their leadership.

The captain's role is not
only about strategic leadership
but also about ensuring the
tribe’s continued survival
and honor. They must wield
their nine lives wisely, as
their ability to protect and
lead the tribe relies on more
than just their physical prowess—
it is a reflection of their spiritual
connection to the ancestors
and the land itself.

[ lieutenant ]
The lieutenant is the
captain’s second-in-command,
playing a crucial role in
managing the tribe’s internal
operations and ensuring the
smooth execution of the
captain’s strategies. While
the captain focuses on
big-picture decisions and
overall direction, the
lieutenant oversees the
implementation of those
plans, ensuring the tribe
remains stable and united.
They handle internal conflicts,
deescalate tensions, and
maintain order, acting as
the go-between for the
captain and the rest of the
tribe. The lieutenant coordinates
the tribe’s daily functions,
working with various groups
to ensure everything continues
to run smoothly, leaving the
boatswain to manage immediate
chores and tasks.

In addition to managing
internal affairs, the lieutenant
plays an important role in
maintaining the tribe’s combat
readiness. They work closely
with the gunner to oversee
training, resources, and morale,
ensuring all members are
prepared for battle. While the
gunner is responsible for
strategy and combat planning,
the lieutenant focuses on
readiness, discipline, and
the efficient operation of
the tribe’s military forces.
They lead smaller groups
and missions, keeping the
tribe’s sailors sharp and
ensuring the tribe is ready
to act at any moment.
They also work to maintain
the strength and fitness of
the tribe’s sailors, ensuring
they’re prepared for both
physical challenges and
combat.

During times of peace,
the lieutenant also serves
as an ambassador for the
tribe, representing the Black
Pearl in negotiations and
interactions with neighboring
groups, traders, and other
outsiders. While the captain
handles larger diplomatic
matters, the lieutenant manages
day-to-day relations, ensuring
that the tribe’s interests are
protected and fostering
positive relationships with
others. They may also be the
one to handle requests from
other tribes, negotiate trade,
or resolve issues before they
escalate to conflict.

If the captain should fall
in battle or die, the
lieutenant immediately
assumes leadership. Trained
for this eventuality, the
lieutenant steps into the
captain’s role seamlessly,
maintaining the tribe’s unity
and continuing the captain’s
vision without disruption.

[ gunner ]
The gunner is a significant
role in the tribe. In times of
conflict, the gunner works
closely with the captain to
devise combat strategies,
plan attacks or defenses,
and determine the best
positioning for sailors. They
assess enemy weaknesses,
lead war councils in preparation
for major battles, and gather
insights from key sailors,
the lieutenant, and field
medics to evaluate the
tribe's readiness. Constantly
alert to external threats—such
as Swashbuckler's rogue group
or environmental dangers—
the gunner advises the
captain on whether to engage
in conflict or opt for
strategic defense. Before
battles, they may also lead
or assist in speeches to rally
the sailors, invoking the
ancestors and seeking the
favor of Arcadia.

The gunner is responsible
for deploying sailors,
assigning tribe members to
roles based on their
individual strengths. As an
example, for a stealth
mission, the gunner would
use their deep knowledge
of each cat’s abilities to
select a few who can move
silently and blend into
the environment.

Maintaining combat readiness
across the tribe is another
key duty. The gunner oversees
battle drills, refines fighting
techniques, and runs
simulations to prepare for
potential threats. During peace
times, they help settle internal
disputes, upholding fairness
and order while ensuring
that tensions don't escalate.
They also uphold the tribe's
laws and customs, ensuring
all tribe members follow the
captain's commands.

The gunner plays a crucial
role in the training of apprentices,
overseeing their development
and conducting skill tests to
evaluate their capabilities.
They may conduct surprise
assessments to gauge an
apprentice’s progress and
provide mentors with detailed
feedback. Ultimately, the
gunner is responsible for
approving apprentices' readiness,
and during apprenticeship
ceremonies, they give their
blessing for an apprentice
to take on the role of a
sailor or field medic.

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[ the healers ]

The healers of the tribe, consisting of surgeons and field medics, play an essential role in maintaining the tribe’s wellbeing and fighting strength. Surgeons are responsible for long-term medical care, managing complex injuries, illnesses, and surgeries, while also providing guidance and training to their apprentices. Field medics, on the other paw, serve as the first responders during battle, offering immediate care to injured cats on the battlefield, stabilizing injuries until the surgeon can provide more advanced treatment. Both groups work in tandem, with field medics receiving regular training from the surgeon to refine their skills. Together, the healers ensure that the tribe remains strong and capable, whether through direct care in times of conflict or ongoing medical support to preserve the tribe’s health and vitality.

[ surgeon ]
The surgeon is
the tribe’s dedicated
healer, specializing in
long-term care, complex
injuries, and illnesses.
Surgeons have in-depth
knowledge of herbs,
anatomy, and medical
treatments, making them
essential during times of
sickness or severe injury.
They are responsible for
performing surgeries,
treating infections, and
managing internal injuries
that field medics cannot
handle. The surgeon
oversees the training of
their apprentices and
ensures that the tribe’s
medical knowledge remains
current. They also monitor
the health of the tribe’s
sailors, making decisions
about who needs further
treatment or care. The
surgeon maintains a deep
spiritual connection with
Arcadia, traveling to the
Arcadian waterfall each full
moon to receive guidance
from the ancestors. During
times of peace, they ensure
the tribe’s health is upheld
and manage any long-term
care needed for the tribe’s
members.

[ surgeon apprentices ]
Surgeon apprentices
are selected by the surgeon
in late kithood or during
apprenticeship when they
show potential as a medic.
This may also occur during
exigent circumstances, such
as when a cat is injured or
unable to pursue the path
of a sailor. The surgeon
looks for a blend of healing
ability, knowledge of herbs,
and emotional intelligence—
being able to remain calm
under pressure, comfort the
suffering, and make sound
decisions. A key part of
their training is learning to
identify and memorize the
herbs native to their area,
understanding how to apply
and mix them, and knowing
their effects on the body.
Apprentices study advanced
medical techniques and anatomy,
gaining hands-on experience by
assisting the surgeon with
treating the tribe’s members.
Part of their training includes
working with and teaching
field medics. This opportunity
to train others reinforces
their knowledge and solidifies
their understanding, preparing
them for the full responsibilities
of a surgeon. The goal is to
develop their skills and knowledge
to eventually take on the role
of a full-fledged surgeon, guiding
the tribe’s healing efforts.

[ field medics ]
Field medics are sailors
with additional training in
battlefield triage and emergency
care. They fight alongside their
tribemates and, once the battle
ends, treat injuries on the field.
Acting as first responders, they
balance their combat skills with
medical knowledge to provide
immediate care. Field medics
primarily train in hunting and
fighting with a regular mentor,
but once identified, they also
receive medical training from the
surgeon weekly during their
apprenticeship. After becoming
fully-fledged field medics, they
continue to receive monthly
training from the surgeon to keep
their skills sharp. In battle,
they provide immediate care such
as stopping bleeding, applying
cobwebs, stabilizing fractures,
and moving cats who need more
advanced treatment to the surgeon.
Their primary goal is to prevent
further injury until the surgeon
can step in. While they are
knowledgeable in common herbs
and basic treatments, field medics
do not handle complex medical
cases or long-term care.

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[ sailors ]
Sailors are the backbone of the tribe, skilled in combat, hunting, and survival. They serve as warriors and defenders, always ready to protect the tribe from external threats, whether from rival groups or natural disasters. Sailors undergo rigorous training in battle tactics, physical endurance, and survival skills, ensuring they are always prepared for any situation. They are also skilled hunters, providing essential food for the tribe. Sailors patrol the tribe’s shores, keeping watch over their territory and reporting any unusual activities. Their role also includes guarding the tribe from any incoming threats along the coast. Sailors are known for their unwavering loyalty and commitment to the tribe’s safety and prosperity, taking great pride in their role as protectors and providers. In times of war, sailors are the first to rally to the captain’s command, leading the charge against threats with precision and unity.

[ apprentices ]
Apprentices are the next generation of the tribe, training under the guidance of experienced mentors in both combat and survival skills. They learn the ways of the tribe through hands-on experience, assisting with patrols, missions, hunting, and tasks around the camp. Apprentices are also trained in the specific roles they wish to pursue—be it a sailor or field medic. Their training is both physical and mental, ensuring they are prepared for the challenges of life in the Tribe of the Black Pearl. An apprentice’s journey is one of growth, where they learn discipline, teamwork, and the values of loyalty and respect. Upon reaching the appropriate age and completing their training, apprentices are expected to earn their full position within the tribe, whether by undergoing a trial of skill, combat, or wisdom. In times of peace, apprentices serve as helpers to their mentors, while in times of war, they fight bravely to prove their worth.

[ maidens ]
Maidens are expectant mothers within the tribe, bearing the future of the tribe in their care. They are highly respected for their role in ensuring the tribe’s continuity. During their pregnancy, maidens are afforded special care and attention, ensuring they have all the resources they need for a safe and healthy birthing process. While they are not involved in regular combat duties, their wisdom and life experience are invaluable to the tribe. After their kits are born, maidens are tasked with nurturing and raising them until they are old enough to join the tribe as apprentices. The maidens are a symbol of hope and renewal, representing the tribe’s future and the continuation of their values. Their safety is a priority, and their well-being is protected by their fellow tribe members.

[ swabbies ]
Swabbies are the young kits of the tribe, those who are not yet old enough to begin their formal training as apprentices. Swabbies spend their days playing, exploring, and learning basic survival skills under the supervision of older tribe members. They are the future of the tribe, and while they are not expected to perform any major duties, their curiosity and energy bring joy to the camp. It is important for swabbies to learn the values of the tribe—respect for their elders, loyalty to the captain, and the importance of unity. As they grow, they will eventually be selected to train as apprentices once they hit their sixth moon, marking the start of their journey toward becoming full members of the tribe.

[ retirees ]
Retirees are the oldest and most respected members of the tribe, having lived through countless seasons of both triumph and hardship. While they no longer actively participate in the physical tasks of the tribe, their wisdom and experience are treasured. Retirees serve as advisors to the captain, lieutenant, and gunner, offering counsel based on their long lives and deep understanding of the tribe’s history. Their role is to provide guidance in times of crisis, offering perspective that can help prevent the tribe from repeating past mistakes. Retirees also share their stories with the younger generation, passing down the traditions and values of the tribe. They are held in high regard by all members, as they embody the strength and resilience of the tribe through the ages.

[ rogue leaders ]
Rogue leaders are the descendants of Swashbuckler, the once-ambitious pirate captain who sought to rule the Tribe of the Black Pearl through fear and dominance. After his exile, Swashbuckler’s followers have carried on his ideals, forming a rogue faction intent on reclaiming the tribe under his violent philosophy. These rogue leaders head the rebellion, leading their band of outcasts and plotting against the tribe’s peaceful reign under Arcadia’s guidance. They live on Cutthroat Isle, in a cave at the fork of two streams, a location well-hidden from the eyes of the tribe. Their belief in strength through fear and power above all else stands in stark contrast to the tribe’s values of unity, empathy, and wisdom. Rogue leaders are driven by the desire to overthrow the current leadership, seeking revenge for Swashbuckler’s banishment and the tribe’s break from his way of life. They are cunning and manipulative, using fear to control their followers and striking at the tribe’s weaknesses when the opportunity arises.

[ rogues ]
Rogues are the followers of the rogue leaders, fiercely loyal to their cause of returning the tribe to its former, fear-driven ways under Swashbuckler. They believe that strength is forged in conflict and that the tribe’s survival depends on the domination of their enemies. These cats are skilled in battle and survival, willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. While they are often viewed with distrust and suspicion by the Tribe of the Black Pearl, rogues see themselves as warriors fighting for what they believe is right. They operate in the shadows, always looking for ways to destabilize the tribe and weaken its leadership.

[ loners ]
Loners are outsiders who live within or near the tribe's territory. They can be any species. These individuals can vary greatly in temperament: some may be aggressive, often driven out if their presence is deemed a threat, while others can prove themselves useful or even friendly, earning respect through their contributions. Some loners prefer to remain neutral, avoiding the tribe's code and way of life, but are tolerated as long as they assist with hunting, guarding the borders, or other tasks that benefit the tribe. Those who prove their loyalty and usefulness over time may be granted full membership, while those who fail to do so or cause trouble are kept at arm's length, if not outright rejected. The tribe remains cautious, as the motives of loners are never fully known.

[ outcasts ]
Outcasts are cats who have been exiled from the tribe for various reasons, whether due to betrayal, disobedience, or actions that threaten the tribe’s unity. These cats are no longer welcome within the tribe’s borders, and their presence is viewed as a threat to the tribe’s stability. While some outcasts may seek redemption, others wander the land with bitterness, plotting against the tribe they once called home. The outcasts often live on the fringes of the tribe’s territory, particularly on Outcast Isle, where they are left to meet their fate. Their role in the tribe’s history is one of cautionary tales, reminding all members of the importance of unity and the heavy price of betrayal.

[winx]

WEATHER FORECAST
The tribe is currently in Stormtide season
The Stormtide season, known as spring or
"newleaf" in Clan terms, is also referred
to as storm season. It is one of the most
perilous times of the year for many
reasons. Violent storms become more
frequent, often bringing flash floods
that can strike without warning,
catching even the most vigilant cat off
guard. Tsunamis are another grave
threat. Though the tribe has not faced
one in countless moons, the elders still
fear their return, haunted by the
memory of the last tsunami that wiped
out half the tribe when a tidal wave
crashed over the peninsula. However,
the deadliest aspect of Stormtide is the
spread of illness. While the weather is
typically warm, the storms can bring
sudden, drastic temperature drops of
over thirty degrees, creating the
perfect conditions for sickness.
Surgeons urge tribe members to stay
out of the rain or keep their coats dry
to avoid catching a chill. After each
storm, patrols are sent to clear the
beaches of debris washed ashore.
Ships trapped by the tempest often
end up wrecked on the western cliffs,
leaving the tribe to discover what
surprises the storms have brought
with them.

ROLEPLAY RECAP && EVENTS
A violent storm tore through the camp,
leaving debris scattered across the area.
Tragically, during the storm, the lieutenant was
crushed by a fallen tree and passed away despite
the efforts of the tribe to free them. Once the
storm subsided, some cats stayed behind to
begin clearing the wreckage, while others
participated in the solemn funeral procession
for the lost lieutenant. When the procession
returned, the camp was alive with activity as
cats worked together to clear debris, while the
surgeon and field medics tended to the injured,
distributing herbs and offering support. After a
considerable amount of time and effort, the area
around the ship was nearly cleared, and the tribe
was left exhausted from the day's labor. In
response, Snarl gathered a group of cats for a
hunting patrol to gather much-needed food, as the
tribe had been focused on recovery throughout the
day. As the day drew to a close, Tempest, the
captain, was left debating who he would select to
fill the void left by the fallen sailor as a new
lieutenant was required to be selected by dawn,
adding another layer of urgency to the tribe’s
recovery and future.

[winx]

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( eighty-four moons old ✧ tom ✧ captain ✧ pansexual ✧ location: camp ✧ tags: open )

The storm had come without warning, a tempest that tore through the camp with a ferocity that left no corner untouched. The night had been a blur of howling winds and crashing waves, the very earth beneath their paws trembling as if the world itself was being torn asunder. When dawn finally broke, it revealed a scene of devastation: debris scattered across the camp, shelters torn apart, and the once-familiar landscape now unrecognizable.

Tempest stood amidst the wreckage, his broad shoulders hunched against the biting wind, his piercing green eyes scanning the destruction. His heart ached as he surveyed the damage, but it was the absence of his lieutenant, the cat who had stood by his side through countless battles and storms, that gnawed at him.

The lieutenant had been a steadfast presence, a cat whose loyalty and strength had been the backbone of their tribe. In the chaos of the storm, he had been caught beneath a falling tree, his body crushed under the weight of the massive trunk. Despite the efforts of the tribe to free him, the injuries were too severe, and he had succumbed to the storm's wrath.

Now, Tempest stood over the lifeless body, his heart heavy with grief and guilt. The storm had taken many things from them, but this loss felt personal. He had failed to protect his second-in-command, the cat who had trusted him, and now he was gone.

As the leader, Tempest knew he had to act swiftly. The tribe needed a new lieutenant, someone who could step into the role and lead with the same strength and wisdom as the fallen warrior. But the weight of the decision pressed heavily upon him. Who among them could fill such large paws?

With a heavy heart, Tempest turned away from the body, his mind already racing through the faces of his tribe, searching for the one who would rise to the challenge. The storm had taken much, but it would not take their spirit. They would rebuild, they would mourn, and they would honor the memory of the fallen by continuing to fight for their tribe.

As the sun rose higher, casting a pale light over the camp, Tempest made his way to the center, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

"We have lost a great sailor," he began, his gaze sweeping over the gathered cats. "But we will not falter. We will rebuild, and we will honor his memory by continuing to fight for our tribe. I will appoint a new lieutenant within the day. We must be strong, for him and for all of us."

The tribe nodded in solemn agreement, their faces set with determination. The storm had taken much, but it had not taken their will to survive.

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( sixty-seven moons old ✧ tom ✧ sailor ✧ demisexual ✧ location: camp ✧ tags: open )

Snarl of Angry Dog stood in the aftermath of the storm, his breath steady but his muscles tense. The remnants of the tempest lay scattered around them, the camp barely recognizable beneath the debris. His dark blue eyes scanned the devastation, settling briefly on the lifeless form of the fallen lieutenant beneath the broken tree. His jaw clenched, though his expression remained unreadable, the storm inside him simmering just beneath the surface.

Another loss.

The storm hadn’t spared anyone—least of all their second-in-command. The tribe would mourn, but Snarl had no patience for grief. He had lost too much in his life already. Losing another cat to the merciless elements felt like another weight to carry, another reminder that they were always just moments away from disaster. His heart was as hardened as the scarred skin that stretched across his shoulders.

As Tempest spoke, announcing the need for a new lieutenant, Snarl’s tail twitched, and he let out a low, almost inaudible growl. Leadership decisions always brought out tension, but this time felt different. The tribe was already weakened, and every choice made in these critical moments could mean the difference between survival and collapse. Snarl knew Tempest would choose wisely—he trusted his leader enough for that. But still, he felt the weight of everything pushing down on him like that fallen tree.

“We have lost a great sailor... we must be strong.”

The words echoed in Snarl’s ears, but they were just that—words. He had been strong his whole life, and what had it earned him? Scars. Losses. Pain. His dark blue eyes flickered toward his brother, Jaws, standing among the crowd. He was there, unshaken, ever the calm strategist. Snarl’s expression hardened. This was no time for weakness.

He limped forward on his three legs, coming to stand nearer to Tempest. His gaze remained locked on the destroyed camp, the collapsed dens, the broken lives scattered among the wreckage. "We rebuild fast,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "The tribe can’t afford to wait. We’re vulnerable now, and everyone knows it."

He turned his gaze back to Tempest, the piercing blue of his eyes darkened by the shadow of another loss, another failure. ”Whoever you choose to stand beside you better be ready. This storm wasn’t the last thing to come for us." His voice was blunt and cold, with no room for sympathy. There was only survival now.

Snarl flicked his tail, turning away from Tempest and the fallen lieutenant. His body ached with every step, but the pain was something he was used to. Something he embraced. They’d lost a great warrior today, but Snarl of Angry Dog wasn’t about to be the next one to fall. There was still too much left to protect.

[Spiritstar3]

Shadow Of Burning Fire- f- 48 moons (4 y)- Maiden- scent: Lotus most likely- crush: Snarl Of Angry Dog- kits: she’ll have two- Flame of the Forest (presumed dead) x Shade of a Tree (presumed dead), Shade in the Forest- Tags

The sweet and soft but stubborn and shy she cat sighed…She stretched out on her side a moment, but quickly sat back up. Her kits were quite active, though she’d been told there were only two of them. Still, two was enough for her. It was only her first pregnancy, so she could have more kits in the future. She looked around for a moment, looking for her love interest. She didn’t see Jaws at first, but she caught sight of his brother. She tilted her head as she looked at Snarl, whom was a sailor.

That’s likely the rank the red and black tortoiseshell would be. Once her kits had been born, grown up, become apprentices, we’re learning. Once her kits were out of the nursery, she’d be too. For now, though, she was still pregnant. They hadn’t been born yet, so the caring and intelligent but cold and icy (sometimes) one was still in the nursery. Well, not anymore…as things had been destroyed. They’d rebuild though, they always did. She sighed as she looked around, with those pretty eyes of hers.

She felt a sadness wash over, and she blinked as Snow began to head over. She tilted her head as she looked at the male. He was one of the field medics, so he was meant to treat sailors when they were injured. It didn’t mean he couldn’t come over and talk to her, though. She let him sit beside her, and she let him question her. She looked down at her paws a moment. She said “The kits are fine, just very active as they’ve been the past month or so. I, on the other paw…am not doing so good, not with what happened last night.”

The friendly, playful, outgoing and cuddly one sighed again. The fiery, peevable, ornery, and careless (sometimes) one looked at him. They both then looked to Tempest, as the other male stood before the clan. They listened as their leader spoke to them all. She tilted her head as she watched Snarl. He’d limped his way over to Tempest, and then he was speaking too. She narrowed her eyes a bit…She then shook her head, and looked at their leader, nodding as he finished speaking. Snarl spoke to Tempest, in what she assumed was a blunt cold voice. She flicked her tail back and forth rapidly in annoyance. Snarl didn’t need to be blunt and cold to Tempest…Shadows watched Snarl walk away, then Snow was going over to Tempest, to speak to him.

Snow on the Summit- m- 60 moons (5 y)- Field medic- homosexual- scent: most likely lily- crush: Tempest- mate: open- would adopt some kits, or get a surrogate- Ice in the Grass (missing), Wind on the Mountain (missing), Tempest at the Dawn- Tags: Tempest, others

The beautiful but also somewhat handsome white cat sighed a bit. He shook his head, and stretched out on his side a moment. He laid there liked that for just a bit. Before suddenly sitting up and looking around, tail flicking back and forth. His ears twitched, and the sweet and soft but stubborn and shy one sighed. He looked around the camp for a moment. The night had been scary…with the wind howling and the waves crashing. The earth had seemed to tremble beneath them, as well.

The heterochromatic eyed cat sat up and continued to look around. He was able to pick out one clan mate, a she cat known as Shadows or Shadow. Her whole name was Shadow Of Burning Fire. The caring and intelligent but cold and icy (at times) one watched her. She was quite pregnant right now. He wasn’t a surgeon but he was a field medic, and he’d seen pregnant cats before. He felt like she could have those kittens any day now. Shaking his head, the loyal and loving but loud and mischief liking one stood up.

He headed over to the black and red cat with the fur that looked like patchwork. Where calico was more like patches, though, tortie was almost more like smudges. He didn’t think on that as he walked over to her. He just thought on the fact she looked upset. The playful but peevable, honest but headshy one went to her. His paws carried him until he finally reached her. He sat down beside her, now. He looked at her a moment, then the field medic finally spoke up. He asked “Are you doing alright? Are your kittens alright, nothing has gone wrong with your pregnancy, has it?” he asked. He just needed to be sure, but she was probably just upset about the destruction. He then raised his head, as their leader stood before them all to speak to them.

The cuddly but clumsy, willing to listen but withdrawn one twitched his ears. His ears went back a moment…then splayed a bit. He did this either when he was feeling shy or unsure. He quite clearly wasn't feeling shy in this moment, but unsure. He dipped his head a moment in respect. Respect to the fallen, respect to their leader; then he lifted his head once more. He narrowed his eyes at Snarl a moment…He shook his head and went to Tempest, asking “How are you feeling?” as he knew the other must be upset.

[rybka]

​🇯​​🇦​​🇼​​🇸​ ! shoutin' in the street, gonna take on the world someday
gunner . 67 moons . a battle-scarred black tom with sun-bleached fur
location: camp mood: weary, solution oriented tagged: open! mentions: tempest, snarl, shadow

His muscles ached, his heart ached, but still he held strong. This was how stormtide season went.

Jaws had been among the first to be roused by the storm. He'd become a light sleeper over the years,
part of his subconscious always listening out for any threat that might dare make its presence in camp.
Rogues and predators were more or less manageable, their assaults governed by logic and emotion, but
nature was a different beast entirely. There was no outwitting a storm. He'd tried, along with the
captain and lieutenant, to herd everyone to what they'd thought to be the safest area considering the
circumstances, but that whole endeavour broke apart when the lieutenant got trapped under the tree.
At that point the only course of action that mattered was joining the frantic effort to save him.
It hadn’t been enough.

Now, when the worst was over and everyone stood catching their breath and coming to terms with their
new reality, Jaws' attention hung on every word of Tempest's announcement. All the guilt and frustration
the gunner felt, he found reflected in his captain’s gaze and in the tone of his words. But Tempest's closing
remark was one of hope and growth, and Jaws nodded in emphatic agreement to it. Yes, they had to get
back up on their feet. The storms may be strong, but the tribe could show them stronger.

He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of the lieutenant's life. Thank you for your service. I’m sorry, I
wish I'd saved you. I'll see you in Arcadia, one day. For now, we’ll work hard to try to keep the tribe as strong
as you would have, okay?
With the silent prayer complete, it was back to business. There were formalities that came after a death: the
vigil and burial, the selection of a new lieutenant... Jaws turned his gaze back to Tempest, intending to inquire
or comment on the matter, but the tom’s attention was now occupied by the field medic. That was fine, he’d
leave Tempest to it. There were plenty of other things to be done. Getting the camp back to some semblance of
order, for one.

Jaws turned in a slow circle, scowling at the utter disarray their living quarters were in. There weren’t any other
casualties, were there? It was hard to tell with all the debris, but, so far, nobody seemed to be in need of
immediate medical attention. He could see Snarl and Shadow, and they both seemed alright, thank the stars. He
was too caught up in assessing the damage to fully register what Snarl had said, but the aura of fierce determination
his brother embodied just then was reassuring. Once a fighter, always a fighter; their hearts beat the same. His friend
Shadow looked unscathed, as well, which was an enormous relief. There’s another reason to rebuild with all the more
vigor: her children, the future of the tribe, were hardly far away anymore. They deserved to greet the world in a camp
that was safe, that they could proudly refer to as home. Jaws wasn't particularly looking forward to dealing with all the
mischief they'd doubtlessly get into - not that he was any different when he a kit - but he obviously wanted them and
their mum to be okay.

The entrance to the ship’s hull was a particular eyesore now, forcing tribemates to brave their way through a mess
of fallen branches and broken ship parts if they wanted to navigate between dens. That needed to be fixed.

“Hate the look of that.” He announced, gesturing at the offending debris. “Anyone still standin’, come lend a paw,
let’s clear this out.” With that, he’d lead the way, tugging at an unwieldy plank. Maybe some of the debris could be
repurposed as construction materials after this, once they got things more or less under control.