OPEN, RETURNING — LIGHTNING PURRS SO STRIKINGLY AT NIGHT

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Home. What an odd word that was. What did it mean, anyway? What was home? Peachmoon wasn't sure. All she knew was that no matter how far and wide she'd travel, the Skulls would always be her home.


    The fae pressed her paws into the sand. Oh, how she'd missed that feeling. The beach was probably the best place on earth. The salty breeze...it was all truly wonderful. The girl moved her gaze upwards, to which she then saw the entirety of the colossal ship. It wasn't exactly the same, but it'd have to do. She tilted her head to the side with a bored flutter of her wide, baby blue eyes. "Hey. Anyone home?" she called out.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Having just left the nearby town, Q had been on his way back towards camp when he caught sight of Peachmoon. Considering how few newcomers the Skulls received, the serval was slightly perturbed by her appearance. He wasn't exactly used to handling trespassers.


    "Oh," the serval meowed, slowing to a reluctant halt. Blinking, Q glanced towards the ship as if seeking refuge before allowing his emerald optics to flit back to Peachmoon. "Er. Can I help you?"


    Studying Peachmoon with muted curiosity, Q allowed himself to ponder the female's intentions. Was she here to join or merely visit?

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's gaze lazily crept up onto the figure of Queralt, to which she raised a metaphorical brow of inquisition. Of course, she hadn't expected to be greeted by someone she'd known. Perhaps even Miss Havisham had disappeared. "Hey there," she casually tossed to him in response. Her facial expression was blank and bored. "My name's Peachmoon. I used to live here a long time ago." Such information was likely useless to a stranger like him, but Peachmoon decided to waste her breath on it anyway. "...I'll be staying here again, if that's alright." Finally, the girl gave him a considerably sweet yet tiny smile at the end of her words.

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    As the tiger saw the visitor and Q, he smiled delightfully, and made his way over. His strides were long and graceful and is pace was steady ana smoooth
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Peachmoon. He had heard of this lady from older times, those of Bruce and Lady Avario, members of the Skulls when it was in full bloom. The clan back then seemed so alive from what he had heard, but nowadays? Why, he wasn't quite sure how it happened, but they were in utter decline. That isn't to say the last few days weren't a turn up, because surely they were, but he still sensed fragility for the pirates.


    With a flick of his tawny whiskers, he approached the growing group with curiosity. Wasn't she of WindClan, formerly? Maybe this herbalist had traveled all over the place. He sat down silently beside Q and watched the introductions unravel, wondering if he'd ever chime in himself.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's baby blue gaze carefully tread over the figures of Slayer and Kylo, who had seemingly decided to sit and stare at her like she was some sort of novelty prize they'd just won. Peachmoon was in no need for silence, however. She'd heard quite enough of it from herself. "Well? Aren't you two going to introduce yourselves? That's typically how things tend to go down," Peachmoon spoke with a lazy wink. If she was going to be rejoining, she'd might as well try and make some friends. ...Peachmoon hadn't made friends in a very long time.

    [sup]Decoratedsoldiers was happy to see a returning member, even if there was no way he would remember her. He had not been here very long; he had come along in the wake of Bleachedbones. His pawsteps were swift and purposeful as he approached Peachmoon, and there was a glimmer of interest in his dark eyes as he beheld her. "Welcome back, Peachmoon." barked the tawny-flecked canine in a courteous manner. "I'm Decoratedsoldiers."

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;]" it's nice to have you back, preachmoon. " he said with a dip of his head. he knew he wasn't there during the time she was in the group, but he was glad that she, and others, had decided to join the group. " my name is bleachedbones, the captain here. "