The Gladiator Games ; (MEGA OPEN)

[mernaird. ♔ - ALIVE]

^{Lets say all of this happened before the invasion of ToBE.
Just to save confusion. Thanks loves
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"Welcome to the Third Annual Gladiator Games!"
Name ; Participant's status ; Group
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{ Vasilica ; Leader and judge ; Elite }

Rules Stated Beforehand(That your cat would know)

x These anti-clans may attend this event. They were told about it BloodClan, ScarClan, The Blackhearts, and Skull.
x There will be a preliminary riddle and a series of fights, followed by a round of torture to determine the victors.
x The victors, if a dungeon slave win their freedom. However if the victor is not of the dungeon then the prize to the ultimate victor will be a seat on the council, and the honor of siring a litter with a cat of royal blood.
x OOC Prize: Gladiator Victor Badge.
x Contestants must be willing to only mate with that cat of royal blood if they happen to win. Essentially- The Royal Family doesn't like to be played.
x Any genuine threats will be immediately perma captured. No exceptions. This isn't an ICly stated rule, just IC common sense.
x Aeris, Parkway, and Shanxi are the females that the guys will be fighting for to pick from.
x Constantine, Lorem Ipsum, Faust, and Avignon are the toms that the gals will be fighting for to pick from.
x OOC: The attacking will not begin until after the riddle round, which will be announced by Vasilica.

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Round One; Riddle
"The kill that kills you will give you life.".
^{PM me the answer that your cats will give. ~}

Round Two; Fighting Skills
x This part will be held in this thread, when announced. Each side gets seven moves, and when the combined total of fourteen is over Constantine and Vasilica will announce the winner. It will be set up in pairs. So don't attack unless it's your match.

Round Three; Endurance
x Participants make a one shot thread [as long as they can, advanced of course] in which their cat is tortured by Vasilica to test endurance.

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Vasilca sauntered to the staircase, for a good seat for the games that were going to unfold. In the foyer as it had always been done before. The she-cat would have been nervous if she wasn't so anxious to see the victors. After hearing about the Gladiator Games, it was all she had been able to think about. Capone had been brilliant, it was a perfectly harmless was to ripen the Royal line, in the best way possible. Not to mention the possibility of blood bath. Of course, for some it would be more than just entertainment....

It had been a mere after thought to include the slaves from the dungeon, but a good one. If anything it could be fodder for those brave enough to test their skills in the ring. The silver chocolate tabbies ears tipped forward as she heard them starting to gather. The Elite, it crossed her mind that the Anti-Clan she had invited might fail to show up, however it didn't really seem to bother the young leader. All that mattered at the time was these games. "Isn't anyone going to come and sit out here with me? I'm starting to feel like a loser, out here by myself!" She yowled, though still unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. She already knew her brothers would be more than willing to judge with her, where were they anyhow? Lifting her chin the she-cat started to gaze around for a glimpse of her brothers, Constantine and Avignon.
 

[Viperfang -- GONE]

Ah, the gladiator games. Syryn had participated in the last one, but unfortunately had been beaten. Luckily, she would not participate in this one. After all, she already had a mate. "Greetings Vasilica," she purred, taking a seat near the leader. "So the Gladiator Games come around again. I remember the last one."

Syryn wondered if her niece, Narcissia would join in. She saw the black she-cat from afar, but had no time to pay heed to her. If Killeon's daughter needed anything, the young cat would come to her. But still, she kept her yellow gaze on her for a few heartbeats before turning back to Vasilica.

"If you need any help, just ask. I'd love to feel the blood in between my claws again," she offered, flexing her claws in excitement. The Games always made her like this; enthralled. She kept scanning the area several times, hoping the same amount of cats would come, just like in Capone's time.

[Beewing]

The black tom stepped down the spiral staircase with no haste, this was the place where the last Gladiator Games had been held. This is the place where his mother had died. He felt a chill rise though him as he sat by Visilica in the place where his mother had sat when she was judging. Where he had sat when he was just a kit and wanted to see what it was all about. Where his mother adored him and told him all about the fights. The remembrance of how she prized him only brought on resentment for both his mother and Sorna. The Guard Master dipped his head to Vasilica, "Hello."

[IMMA BRO!!!! <UUUU Bro Fist!]

Vlad knew he wasn't going to last long in the Gladiator Games but he would try. Not being the best at everything and the one and only Best cat.... Sternilium laughed at Vlad. he headbutted him and teased him with good thoughts and bad thoughts. he walked away into the crowd of cats. Vlad lay still. "See what I mean mother? I'm not good at much....i can't even protect myself from my own brother!" he said to himself..

[CharlotteRosemary]

Sarathi, the Herb of the Skull, sauntered to the Games. His black coat was prickling with distaste, being around all the strangers whom were chatting loudly among themselves. The grumpy Herb stalked to the outskirts of the crowd as he flexed his claws hungrily. There were multiple reasons he was aiming to win the Gladiator Games this year -- one, he wanted to mate. Parkway was his most obvious choice. The feline had always been attractive to Sarathi. No, the litter that resulted was no concern of the tom's. SheCats were commonly used as toys for him to play with and the kits that may come of it were as worthless as dirt in Sarathi's gaze. Two? Respect. Power. Which he already had, as an Herb, but he could never have too much.

[IMMA BRO!!!! <UUUU Bro Fist!]

Vlad walked into the crowd of cats looking for his brother. Cats were stepping on him, trampling him and pushing him around. He searched everywhere but no Sternilium. "Dam* it.." He cussed. "Does my life rally work this way? I must be invisible to the others... I could b-"
Vlad was cut off from his thought when a gang of cats that had Sternilium with them circled him as lad shrunk down silently. They laughed at him teasing him. He crawled away under cats. he came out of the crowd."Finally...Got.. away..." He panted. His life sucked as you can see. Pain, judgement and lonly-ness and empty hearted since no cat loved him or noticed him

[Owltalon]

{{Equinox ;; Member ;; Scarclan}}

(Equinox is related to many current high positions in Scarclan because his mother was Flare and he has two fathers, one who is his biological *I forgot which one* Pluxaria and Montero. So yea, he's related to a lot of high positions.)

Equinox's eyes traced around the other cats, padding forward. His yellow eyes glanced at the other males he'd be competing with to pass his genes on with a royal blood and obtain a seat in the council. He silently flexed his ivory claws, drawing them back in. He gave his shoulder a lick, waiting for this to begin, how exciting, a fight to the death.

[HARALDUR ?!]

A middle-aged black cat that reeked of cat-nip walked towards the outskirts of the crowd, his shiny black coat shined in the sun. He had previously given up on his cat-nip addiction as he found out it ruined his fighting skills, though it was funny to see a high cat fighting.

The tom chose a quiet spot to sit at, where no one would smell him and realize he had been a cat-nip addict. "Ack." Borderpaw said as he tried to clear his throat up, the cat-nip had really destroyed his voice, he sounded all raspy but it made him seem scarier. The former stylist looked around at the crowd of cats that surrounded him.

[janoskians swings]

Disturbia padded inside, her paw-steps graceful and hardly touching the ground. The Gladiator Games, eh? The Blue Lynx Mink Mitted Ragdoll smiled, her eyes sparkling. This would be fun. She wasn't in for the prize, though the prize might be nice, but rather she was in for the kill. Her pale green eyes full of excitment.

[theron ♥]

sacred

     merlin of scarclan

Hah, its been a while since he had some to one of these things! The ScarClan tom padded into the mansion, his pawsteps cautious on this unfamiliar terrain. His blind eyes glanced around restlessly, aching to see what kind of sights were here in the Elite territory. Of course he wasn't competing; he had a mate and kits. Sure, royal bloodlines were cool and all that, but he was already royal enough back at home -- he was a merlin, and soon to be Healer . . . whenever there was a spot to fill.

He had brought his kits here -- they had to learn what it was like to be part of an anti-Clan group.

□ O O C : --
□ T A G S : --
□ W O R D S : --
□ G A L L E R Y : click me

swinger

     kit of scarclan

Padding after her father, the blue kit gazed around, her amber eyes wide as she grinned to herself. This was so freaking exciting! Not as great as living in a castle . . . actually, no, compared to the castle, this place was a dump! It was falling apart at the seems! And the forest was so dark and dreary . . . no, she liked her home much better. Mostly because Jeri and Nis and Saga were there. Well, Saga was here now, but ya know. I was home, and nothing would make her want to live . . . here.

What kind of a cat would want to live in this rat-hole? she asked Saga, turning around to gaze at her sister.

□ O O C : Permission to use Telepathy?
□ T A G S : Jericho, Nissel, Sacred, Saga
□ W O R D S : --
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[Owltalon]

{Permission granted if he uses it on Equinox.}

Equinox watched as more cats came in, it was turning into quite the party of cats. He noticed two cats from his clan so far, Sacred and Swinger, or at least that's what he thought were their names. He didn't know much cats around Scarclan, despite being related to royal blood. He took in a shaky breath, excited to be starting soon, or eventually. He had never really gotten between his claws, but he wouldn't hesitate to start now. He knew battle moves, he could battle, he had killed before, just never like this, and unlike some of these cats here, he didn't kill regularly.

[ALPHAPATRONUS]

Faust's blue eyes gleamed mischievously when he thought about all of the cats that were going to be flocking to the Mansion. It was a perfect time for him to spread the news that he was a God! The tabby watched as unfamiliar faces padded into the room, eyes narrowed in self-amusement.

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Borealis trotted rapidly after Sacred and Swinger. The red cameo's eyes were as wide as they could possibly have gone, completely enthralled by the sight of the Mansion's inside. It was so big!

[nyxsiren. ♔]

Her odd eyes glanced around the place around them, it sure was a crummy place to live. Her plume of a tail swishing behind her, she then replied telepathicly to her sibling. I dunno, Swing. The white she-kit then glanced up at her father. She was actually so happy that he brought them, though sad because mommy had to stay behind with most of the others. She wondered how he felt about that, leaving Aria for a little bit. Did his heart ache for her? Was he thinking about her? Much like Saga was always think about Maikol. Oh, Maikol ... It still unnerved her, the way he was smiling at that lilac tortoiseshell, who Saga found out later was named Event. And it even made Saga a bit jealous.

Pushing those thoughts away, she then tried to cheer herself up. But there might be a few dudes to flirt with. Her elfin bod bounced forward, ready to see these "dudes" with her sister by her side. She glanced back at brother Borealis, he was cool and all, but she was sure he didn't want to participate in flirting sessions.

Her odd eyes then cut to Faust. Well there's one now Swing. She chimed, smiling towards the son of Lorem Ipsum. He's kinda cute. Weirdly, the only reason she thought that was because he kinda looked like Maikol.

[janoskians swings]

Disturbia ; Member ; Elite

Disturbia's gaze flickered over to Faust, then to the Scarclan cats. The Blue Lynx Mink Mitted Ragdoll she-cat narrowed her pale green eyes at all the enemy cats. She didn't like having them in their mansion, and she didn't like how they would participate in their Gladiator Games.

[Hysteria101]

Odyssey hung around the edge of the Scarclan cats, too fearful to wander away from them and too worried and stressed to come any closer. For the time being, he stayed just close enough to be considered part of the visiting group.
Interest was very little when it came to the sociable behaviours of others. He was more interested in thinking while other suffered, hurt just like he was hurting. Only his pain was an irreversible pain, one that couldn't be ended by herbs and medications.

Shaking his cream head, there was no doubt that Odyssey was rather "out of it" at the moment.

Odyssey--Scarclan--Member--Not talking to anyone