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Welcome to BrookClan's first arena games! Here's how this'll work.
CANDIDATES: Those who have been selected to compete in the games will need to fight to the death to come out as the single winner. Any method is welcome, as long as it abides by Classic's rules. If you have any questions about a method you want to use, message me and I'll be happy to plot it out with you. The winner of the games will be chosen at random and will only be announced in-character at the end of the games, so stay on your toes! If your character is meant for death, you'll be notified within this thread. I'll occasionally be posting in here to affect the surroundings your characters work in to create added challenge.
AUDIENCE: Any character above kitten age (podaroks) can attend the games. They must not interfere with the games, otherwise they will be named a traitor and be placed in the prison. Feel free to interact with other audience members and place wages, root for your favorite champion, etc. Simply: Have fun!
Any questions, feel free to message me!
THE CANDIDATES
RIGHTEOUSSPAWN played by uniqcrim NATHANIEL played by Lavender. SARAFINA played by sinful IVYFANG played by Honeystorm ASHLEY played by sinful SPELLBINDER played by Honeystorm TRINITY played by sinful VITANI played by sinful PEARLYSHELL played by simplylight ABEL played by simplylight
THE ROLEPLAY
The black she-cat smirked as she padded to the edge of the top of the waterfall, the wet rock chilling her paw pads though she didn't notice over the gurgling of the water and the roaring in her ears of her own heartbeat. It was finally happening. It was finally happening! She felt absolutely giddy, she wanted to dance but she kept herself contained. She needed to pull this off.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" She called into the crisp dawn air. There was a crowd gathered in a semi-circle behind her, eagerly attempting to strain to see. Once the tsar stepped away from the side, they'd be given access to watch the events unfold. Until then, they were eager, their paws tingling in excitement. "Too long we have been ruled by chaos, disorder, and rebellion! Too long have the gods dealt with our disobedience! To survive and see the sunrise, we must find a way to to change and grow. Thus, I present: The Arena!" She grinned, looking down at the candidates that, at this point, should be awake. They were fitted with chokers of wolfsbane; it would weaken them, providing a better game for their audience.
The royal looked around at their arena – a glorious structure created by the very cats that were now trapped within it – pride surging within her.
"There may only be one winner! It's to the death! Your only hope are the benefits stored within the cornucopia," she gestured to the pile of supplies – traveling herbs in leaf pouches, prey, fragments of bone, poison berries, anything one could dream of – that was located in the middle of a deep reservoir of water that had been dug before the recent rains. The only way to reach it was to swim.
"The games will begin on my mark. 5..."
Her gaze swept over the candidates. She wondered how they must be feeling. Angry? Scared?
"4..."
Who would win? She knew the nobles behind her would be placing bets already. What of the commoners that stood behind them? Were they worried for their families? Were they eager to see the bloodshed as well?
"3..."
Maybe she should have picked a champion to root for too. That was an unfortunate mishap on her part. Then again, she could always decide while watching the games. She didn't want to place any bets just yet.
"2..."
She glanced at her uncle, Aylik; her sister, Zivon; and her mate, Thoren. She knew they supported her; they must have felt as eager and excited as she did. She dug her claws into the rock to keep from bouncing up and down, her heart fluttering.
This was insane! Absolutely insane! Spellbinder wasn't a fighter. Well, she could fight just fine, but she preferred not to. These games, where she was expected to kill her own clanmates, was wrong. More than anything she'd seen before. Even SunClan, who was more than willing to pick fights with just about anyone, didn't pit their own against each other. Even the League didn't pit their own against each other in death matches that she knew. Still, the moment she shouted to begin, the tuxedo was off for the center. She needed anything she could get her paws on. Her small stature let her speed forward, and she barely spared a glance back at her competitors except to check that one wasn't about to attack. Hopefully they were as worried as she, and not so eager to start killing their own.
Ivyfang, in direct contrast with the other feline, was large and imposing. Of Maine Coon heritage, she stood taller than most of her clanmates, and giving her often violent and icy nature, was a favorite to win the games. She had long stopped caring about the majority of her clanmates, since the death of her mother, the influence of Lakeveil and Blazehowl tainting her very soul. Unlike some of the others, she didn't mind being chosen for these games. Perhaps that wasn't surprising, given that she'd been dedicated to Tiveronah. But regardless, the feline crouched as the countdown started, before giving a massive leap forward the moment Loki's voice sounded the beginning of their battles. What she was looking for in the pile was less prey, and more weapons. Anything that could aid her in a battle was preferred over the rest, though she expected to try and pick up some prey or traveling herbs if she got the chance.
Nathaniel froze for moment when the games started. He was of no great importance to the clan, only his small family. Yet he had been chosen, probably because he was a dedicate of Cauil and that meant he was destined to suffer. When he finally took a step forward he burst into a run towards the cornucopia. Snagging mostly herbs and a little prey he turned towards the farthest corner of the enclosure. Nathaniel was not a killer by any means and was hoping he could hide out while most of the killing went on and limit the death he would cause. Though he knew deep down he would have kill to survive, he just hadn’t accepted it yet.
stelle was but one of the many noble ladies sitting down to watching the show. A fight to the death for sport was to tempting to watch. Killing your clan-mates all for the sake of the queen. It suckered to be them. This was why she loved the royal family so much. Drama was at every corner all with chaos. A delicious combination. It was what she live and thirst for without a care. Action. Pain. Love. Despair. This game was going to the talk on clan for days.
"This will be quite the show." She mewed to another next noble tom next to her. "I might choice one to bet on but so far none seem to that zest, I like.The battle has only begun after that."
Her mind wondered what wants Loki thinking having such games. Was it to get rid of those who placed her on pins and needles. Or was she trying to make an impression on the other clans once they caught wind of it. Hmm.... Astelle would have much to wondered about but now it was time to see what had the guts to strike first.
William sat, tensely watching his Nathaniel flee from sight. His brother had never been one for fighting and yet it seemed that was how he was destined to go. While he could not outright state his disappointment, he liked live far to much, he would still have his own little protest. William would not leave this spot to eat or drink till the games ended. It was probably foolish and he surely would collapse before the last death, but for once his emotions took over his logic.
Marli sat separate from the crowd. She wanted to observe this games, they were for her after all. Though she felt like they had a little extra for her as she would be receiving nine out of ten participants for her own domain. Though she had promised herself not to cut any life-threads short during the games. She would not be playing a part in this other than to guide the souls back home. For once their lives and in turn deaths were completely up to them.
