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    I discided to make a ' hopefully epic ' thread where many cats (slaves or prisoners) are forced to fight and only one will come on top and get his/her wish, to be free or join BoneClan.


    you can play as:
    a BoneClanner just watching
    a Master of one of the Fighting cats
    a Slave / prisoner that is fighting
    or sit back and watch the show cause some interesting thing might happen.


    ~~ To Join This Thread, Please Fill In Info ~~


    ~Example~
    Name: Whiteclaw
    Age: 15 moons
    Gender: She-cat
    Rank: Fighter (a.k.a. slave or prisoner that is fighting)
    Color: light gold with white stripes (proflie pic)
    Personality: fast to react, strong, will fight and not think twice.


    ~~~~ Have Fun and Happy Fight >:D~~~~

    Whiteclaw walked in the Arena that the BoneClan cats were talking about. it was a vast open space with sand and grass with some trees, but there was no way out, unless you were the victor.


    occ: much like the Hunger Games so you have an idea.

    Coldheart entered the arena, with a mangled Windclan apprentice at his side. "Look you piece of crow-food, you either fight and have a chance of winning, or die, now."
    Longpaw, thought "Umm."
    "What will it be!" Coldheart snapped.
    "I'll go." The apprentice whispered.


    Name: Longpaw
    Age: 7 moons
    Gender: Tom
    Rank: Fighter
    Color: A gray tabby bi-color. His right ear is torn and scratches are all over his pelt.
    Personality: Scared and jumpy, just wants to go home.

    Whiteclaw saw Lonpaw, but she knew the fight would not start till there were at least 18 cats. she walked over to the apprentice when Coldheart walked away.