OOC: NO PUPS under 1 year please! Assume they have been put to bed on the ship! Takes place a little after the raid when the yearlings are considered 'real pirates' by rite of raid. Posts due 03/13/2023!

By tradition: When a pup turns 1 year old in the band, there is a party at night! It's the first time that wolf is able to drink and also experience a hangover. It's good to learn your limits early, right? Usually the Saints are around to make sure no one makes any unwanted mistakes while the Sins are there to make sure everyone has a fun time! Drinking, singing, presents, and sparring are all typical through the night.

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Sparrow could hardly believe it was time for another yearling party. This time there were two litters- one of her own, and one of Ignis and Eden. As much as she still shuddered to think she birthed the things, she was proud of how her pups were turning out. Because they were her own kids, she made sure to set this party up exactly as she had the last one, only adjusting for the fact that this party was for two litters instead of one. Pongolo flew overhead to keep an eye on things. Friar stayed on his stage performing once again, but this time adding in new ballads of the most recent raid. Beef Sandwich stood atop a point of driftwood, looking as pissed as usual, but not meaning anything by it. Loners and friendly pack wolves alike had been invited, all that was left was for everyone to show up and get wasted.

Calico Jack saunters along the black beach of his home, heading for the party that his mother had set up with a certain swagger in his steps. The moment he had cut his teeth in a raid, the patchwork pup had known that that is where he belonged. Adrenaline had sung through his veins and the wounds he received only added to the thrill of it all. It had been chaos, pure and simple and Calico had enjoyed every blessed minute of it. His first official raid had been the season before, when the other set of pups had turned one but he was already for another one.

With a huge, shit-eating grin is on his lips as he enters the area set aside for the party, noting that he is the first to arrive. Shooting Friar, a wink he stops to watchthe Capuchin monkey for a moment as he plays on his stage. Turning, the calico boy then makes his way to where the alcohol bottles are and grabs one before moving to claim a spot near the fire. Settling in, Calico Jack deftly uncorks his bottle and raises the bottle to where his mother stands, bowing his head in respect as he silently says, ‘this one’s for you’.

Lowering his bottle, he casts his gaze around waiting for others to appear before he begins to drink since drinking is more fun with friends… everyone knows that.


"Calico Jack"

When dusk began its transition to night, Aresenn found himself trailing his way up the coastline. The fire glow in the distance only reinforced the fact that he was in the right spot. However, it seemed that he was one of the first to come around- he was a little disappointed that Rivin or Diablo hadn’t found their way in just yet. Though, beyond his siblings' absence, it was easy to pick out Calico Jack. His amber gaze trailed the mottled pirate as he picked a bottle- out of several, and took it back to a comfortable spot.

As he finished off the distance that divided them, he offered Sparrow and Jack a nod in acknowledgment as he selected a bottle for himself, taking it back a bit towards the shadows where he could still be in a conversational distance if necessary, but at the same time, was able to stay out of the immediate way. Popping the cork off his drink, Aresenn took a swig- not expecting the burn as it bit him back. However, he was able to manage without making a complete fool of himself. After all, the second drink would be easier.

Gil stood diligently beside Sparrow. The first yearling party had been a tad tame since only his own pups had reached the ripe age of one at that time. Tonight's party would hopefully be more boisterous now that Sparrow's and Ignis' pups were attending. His gaze was already watery as he sipped on his liquor. Modesty would be the one to keep them in line while he would egg them on from the sidelines. Acting more as a coach than the referee, Gil offered boozy pairings and light snacks so that the kids could all enjoy a night of fun and shenanigans. ”Speech” ’Thought’

"We're late for the party," he called to his brother as he began loping excitedly down the beach. His long legs were gaining confidence as they continued to grow into young adults. While only mildly well-behaved, Scald was looking forward to having a good time with his friends and siblings tonight. The boy's dual-toned gaze lit up as he saw the flickering torches surrounding the area of the party. Booze and food lined tables as Friar played upon the nearby stage. Already his father and Sparrow were there and he couldn't help but wink in her direction. The dumb boy would never forget besting the Pirate King that one drunken night. Quickly grabbing a bottle for himself, Scald spotted Calico Jack and Aresenn not far off. "Jack!" Scald nearly chirps with excitement as he takes a swig of his bottle and heads over to the calico pirate. "How're you likin' your party so far?" He asks with that mischievous smirk of his as he sidles in to sit beside the other boy. Unlike the newly turned pups, Scald and his siblings had already had a season to get used to the burn of the booze. Even as he takes another swig, it flows easily down his throat without so much as a twinge from his eye. S C A L D

"Talk" Walk He couldn't believe his pups weren't...pups anymore. They were yearlings now, and he hadn't realized just how fast time had pased until today. They were attending their yearling party, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Let them drink and have fun, sure. But he hated the idea that they were getting older. Getting older only meant trouble. Loss of innocence. He wouldn't be able to protect them the older they got. When they started going their own ways in the world. But dammit, he'd still be there for them for as long as they wanted him to. He sat to watch as others gathered, drinking his own choice beverage as he felt it start to hit. Gaze roamed the handful that were here, spotting Aressen off in the shadows, Jack over the other way, other kids streaming in. He could see Diablo making his way slowly toward the party. His midnight and ruby child wasn't much for social gatherings, but he seemed to want to be a part of this just as much as the others. Sitting back, he threw back his head and had another drink. For one night, he wanted to forget that his pups weren't pups anymore.

Kashi was content to not go and party in the sand, but Roast Beef Sandwich had told him the drinks were sweet and beyond his better judgement, he decided to join the party, but not before making the hairless cat bring him some to taste ahead of time to make sure it was worth it. From the comfort of the ship, he sampled some of the drinks. They were good enough, but some were the worst thing ever and burned so he wouldn't be drinking those. After a few, he felt somewhat better about joining the party.

Mom and Ig and Gil were there and so were a lot of his pup mates. Friar played music, which was always nice. Calico Jack was already there drinking something. Arsenn too. Scald was talking to the group and Kashi tried to skirt around the chatting to grab himself a drink, sniffing at them before deciding which would be the sweetest to drink.

Sparrow was relieved her kids hit a year and none of them had died or disappeared or anything like that. They'd be tested against the next raid, but she was sure they'd survive. Gil and Ig joined to watch the party and Sparrow saddled next to the most reliable men in her life- which was funny since they weren't even her type if she had to ever guess. "So, anyone planning anymore litters?" she asked the guys as she tipped her drink back, "I mean I don't think most of us planned the first, but yanno." It was funny how things worked out like that.