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General Information

Name: Petronius - “rock, stone”
Rank: Gladiator

Age: 21/2 years
-Birthday: July 23rd, 46BC

Species: African Lion

Physical Description: Even for a lion, Petronius is rather large. Where average male lions weigh in between 400-450lbs (181-204kg), he comes in at a whopping 635lbs (288kg), and is almost a foot (.3m) taller than the normal 4ft (1.22m) at the shoulder. His coat is of a darker tan compared to the general beige or golden color of lions, and his mane is comprised of a spectrum ranging from a pale brown around his face to almost black as you reach the outer parts of his mane. He is incredibly muscular and has a rather intimidating appearance, however, he’s one of the most gentle lions you’ll probably ever meet. Despite his size, his mannerisms and gait are rather dainty and timid, acting more like a skittish house cat than a ferocious lion. His eyes are a faded yellow-green, ones that appear to almost glow in the darkness, reflecting whatever light strikes them.

Armor: Being such a large cat, Petronius chooses not to wear a ton of armor, knowing that having all that weight to carry would only end up weighing him down in the long run. That being said, he chose a rather simple set of armor, mainly crafted from a pale brown leather, the material stretching from the base of his neck to the lower part of his back, right about where his back legs meet his stomach. A series of small leather straps line his left side, a line of clasps on his other flank to secure his armor to his massive body. The only metal piece in his armor is a breastplate, generally worn when doing something that would impose severe danger.

Traits
Dominant: Darker coat, yellow-green eyes
Recessive: Gigantism
Carrier: Minimal Hair Growth (Would affect manes/thickness of fur (if bred with different species))

Mutations: N/A

Personality

Compassionate Petronius is a very empathetic individual, always trying to consider how others feel and how his actions will affect those around him. [ can cause internal conflict when regarding other Empire cats]

Honest Since he was a cub, his mother always taught him to speak truthfully; if you live a life of lies, it will only come back to bite you.

Timid While most would expect someone of his size to exude confidence, Petronius is rather shy and quiet towards the general public, only coming out of his shell when he begins to build trust with someone. [ does not apply to those under Friend] This also causes him to be rather jumpy, and is very easily startled, especially by those significantly smaller than him.

Passive Conflict has always given Petronius a sense of dread, causing him to become somewhat of a push-over, allowing others to walk all over him and basically do as they please, generally without fear of him retaliating. This does, however, aid him in de-escalating situations; it’s hard to fight with someone who doesn’t wish to put up a fight. [ does not apply to those under Dislike/Hate, replaced with Spiteful]

Foolish Though he doesn’t quite mean to be, the poor boy has a tendency to make wrong decisions due to bad judgement, often caused by the simple lack of common sense at times. This lead to him being labeled as a fool, even though he’s much more than that.

Stubborn If Petronius has already made a decision about something, the likelihood of you changing his mind is very slim. He’s incredibly stubborn, and while he won’t be rude or abrasive about anything, he’ll make it clear that he’s set in his choices. [ does not apply to those under Love]

History

-Cubhood
Petronius originates from the city Massilia, born to a breeder cat named Curtia. She was an average sized lioness, bred for her beautifully golden coat and her strength, which was more than average for a lioness of her size. His father was a lion owned by a wealthier man, one that chose to use his father for profit within the coliseum. His father, whose name was Faunus, was only slightly larger than average, a great deal smaller than what Petronius would later grow up to be. He had a darker coat, much like his son’s, and a roar that could shake even the most fearsome of predators.
Petronius was born to a litter of four, made up of himself and his three sisters, Icilia, Pompilia and Atronia. Petronius and Atronia resembled Faunus, with darker coats and muscular builds, as opposed to Icilia and Pompilia, who both has lovely golden colors about them. The thing that set Petronius apart from his siblings, however, was his already apparent size. When lion cubs are born, they weigh roughly 3lbs (1.5kg). When Petronius was born, he already weighed roughly 6.5lbs (3kg). From the beginning, he caught the interest of his owner’s fellow humans, all assuming he would grow up to be a magnificent fighter.
Life for him and his siblings surrounded a cage outside of his owner’s home, and while is was relatively large compared to others around the city, it was still miserably small for a big cat like Curtia and her cubs. Very rarely did they get to see their father, as his owner simply wanted money for the cubs, not really caring about their well-being. However, on one of the few visits Faunus had made, his owner took on an admiration for Petronius, and haggled with the owner of the cubs, who had intended to keep the collosal young lion. After it was determined Petronius was not for sale, Faunus followed his owner home, the both of them in a huff.
Later that night, while the city slept, Faunus’ owner crept through alleyways and behind buildings to find his way back to the cub that would bring him fortune; Petronius. Accompanied by Faunus, he slid around the side of his friend’s home, he could see Curtia, her cubs nuzzled close to her belly, her tail wrapped around them. ‘I’m up for the challenge,’ he thought to himself, creeping forward until he was only a few feet away from the lions. Faunus remained in the shadows of the house, shifting his paws uneasily; he had an overwhelming sense of dread, his tail flicking nervously. He heard a cry, and upon returning his gaze to his owner, saw the man barreling towards him with a cub dangling from his hand by its scruff. Curtia had awoken and was shoving her three daughters into a small makeshift den dug into the ground, generally used to protect them from the rain. Faunus began running once he saw his master with Petronius, hearing the thuds of Curtia’s paws behind him. Passing the cub off to Faunus, the man jumped on a nearby horse he had brought, racing through the streets and out of sight; he trusted that Faunus would bring home his prize. He began cutting through alleys, soaring over the low-lying stone walls serving as fences to the humans. He had to try and lose Curtia; he didn’t have the energy to not only carry his owner back home by the coliseum, but then to fight the angry lioness. While his eyes scanned the area, looking for a way out, his eyes locked on a massive oak tree whose branches were able to reach the roof a nearby building, which would allow him to jump from building to building with ease. In one leaping bound, he clawed his way up the tree, Petronius dangling from his jaws. Faunus flung himself towards the roof, his back legs barely catching a foothold. Claws scraping against the shingles, he leapt from roof to roof, the lioness far behind him, still following him from the ground. Within minutes, they had lost Curtia, and Faunus jumped down from the roof of one of the richer homes, glad to find himself back in the wealthier district of Massilia. He could see the colosseum in the distance, letting out a sigh of relief knowing he was close to home. Petronius, however, was far from relieved; he was absolutely terrified of not knowing what was to come for him, and rightfully so; he was now in the hands of a man who only sought after money, not caring if it meant the loss of a cat or two. This is when Petronius began his training.

-Training Days
Petronius was kept in a small cage, alongside a few other felines, his father included. He was fed twice a day, just enough to keep him fit enough to train for the arena. The man who owned him, who he learned they called Cassius, was a rather cruel man, especially to the smaller cats among them. There was one cat in particular, a scrawny caracal who was riddled with scars, that took the most of the man’s rage. When he saw the unjust beatings that the poor cat had to endure, he felt a burning in his chest, his paws itching to rescue her. As he grew, his training intensified, the man determined to make a powerful gladiator out of him. During training, he always felt anxious, afraid to hurt his opponent; he would often return to his cage covered in small punctures from allowing his foe to attack him without fighting back. Eventually, this began to anger his master, being that he was no longer a cub and could easily fend for himself. This led to him being beaten frequently, and occasionally the loss of his evening meal. When most cats would obey their masters and do as they commanded, he continued to allow the other cat to win, refusing to hurt them for the sake of a sport; he knew that if he truly used his strength, he would likely severely injure his sparring partner. As this went on, he kept growing and growing, his mane getting thicker and darker. He was a force to be reckoned with, if he would actually take the offensive side instead of strictly defense. After months of this, Petronius knew how to fight; he had been trained by a leopard who was housed next to his father Faunus, as well as Faunus himself. By now, he was far too big for his cage, barely able to turn around in it. He was only fed once a day, and as punishment, he would be forced to spar with his father on a daily basis. “Just fight back Petronius!” Faunus would roar, his claws raking across his face. Yet he backed away from him, growling and hissing as he went. “Fight!!” And with that, Faunus pounced, landing on his son’s back, sinking his teeth into his shoulder. Letting out a pained snarl, Petronius violently shook, Faunus flying off of him and hitting the ground in a cloud of dust. He charged at his father, teeth bared and claws outstretched, rage burning through him. Faunus was taken aback, and hurried to get back on his paws before the brute was able to reach him. What Petronius had in strength, he lacked in speed, and Faunus was able to run to the other side of the colosseum, clawing at one of the entrances to be let in. Petronius still ran towards him, closing the distance between the two while his father tried to escape. He jumped, partially landing on Faunus’ back, his back legs skidding the soft dirt under him. Falling back, Petronius used his back legs to kick Faunus, sending him sprawling behind him. Rolling onto his stomach, he approached his father, who lay there out of breath. With one final blow, he dug his claws into his father’s face, wiping his paw in the dirt after. “Never force me to fight again.”

When he returned home that night, he was surprised to see that he had a meal waiting for him, sitting in that tiny cage. He was allowed to eat it before retreating to his prison, and he watched as the other cats stared at him. The sun was beginning to set, Petronius now laying on the grass, waiting for his master to usher him back into the cramped metal bars. He was taking longer than he usually would, probably busy inside cooking or something. Petronius scanned his surroundings, the other cats within their cages, some of them sleeping, some staring at the sky, but now that he was done eating, nobody paid him any mind. Glancing at the door to house, he pondered the thought of leaving. He’d had this idea many times, but never an opportunity. What could be worse than this monotonous, borderline tortuous life? Slowly rising to his paws, he stalked forward, just barely able to see over the window. He could make out his master’s head, still working on fixing his own dinner. He began to creep forward before he stopped in his tracks, an overwhelming feeling of guilt washing over him. Glancing behind him, he could see multiple cats watching him, their weary eyes pleading with him to open the cage. Without a second thought, he hurried back to them, quickly figuring out how to undo the simple mechanism, which was only able to be unlocked from the outside. ’One…’ Petronius was able to open the latch to one of the cages, allowing an emaciated lynx to escape, running off and hopping over a bush. ’Two…’ The door to the cage creaked open, and the leopard who had assisted in his training hopped out, nodding her head to him before darting off between the trees across the yard. As Petronius began fiddling with the next cage, he could hear the back door slam against the stone wall of his master’s house, and he turned in horror when he saw a hefty sword in his hand. He abandoned his rescue mission, sprinting over the grass and leaping over a slightly untrimmed hedge, hoping to lose the man who had imprisoned him for months on end. He could hear the human shouting, but couldn’t quite make out what he said. He kept running, and after hopping over the low walls or hedges, from property to property, he could make out one of the busier roads, and with all the stamina he had left, he raced to it, skirting around the corner and running for another moment before slowing his pace. He drank in air, burning his lungs with each inhale. Panting heavily, he padded along, catching his breath. Footsteps pounded upon the ground behind him, and he saw his master, along with with a couple guards, running after him. With a startled gasp, he broke into a run yet again, his chest aching as he drew in each breath. Glancing back, he saw one of the guards slowly gaining on him, his muscular legs carrying the man as fast as he could go. Focusing ahead of him, he quickly scanned the area, looking for a possible way out. In the distance, he could see the main entrance to the city; too many guards. He took a sharp right down a narrow alley, leading to a slightly larger road which ran along the length of the east wall. He watched, hoping to find a tree to climb or a crack to squeeze through. The humans had found him again, and this time, they had a couple more with them. One of them had a net, usually used for catching small schools of fish, which would surely tangle Petronius up if he was caught in it. Up ahead, he could see the side entrance, which only had a few guards standing around. If he could just get through there… he’d be free.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself even harder, the houses to his left flashing by in a hazy blur. Only a few more yards… ”Stop that lion!!” shouted his master, alerting the guards who, up until that point, were standing around talking. The turned to him, all of the armed, ready to take on the beast. Petronius’ heart sank, but he kept running; he wasn’t going down without a fight. Closing his eyes, he plowed through them, feeling his head ram against the metal breastplate of one of them. Searing pain shot through his shoulder, letting out a ferocious roar, and he saw blood pooling in a gash inflicted what was likely to be a sword. Out of fear, he was able to keep running. He could see the forest ahead, where he would be protected. A spear landed in the ground next to him, only a foot or two away from him. He broke through the foliage and into the trees, a trail of blood dripping behind him. After he no longer heard the commotion of humans behind him, he stopped, flopping onto the ground. Assessing his wound, as well as his situation, Petronius was able to catch his breath. After lying there for what seemed like a century, he rose to his paws and began the final stretch of his journey.

Entering the Empire
Petronius traveled for hours, his paws aching more and more with each step. He made his way through thick forests, branches whipping him in the face. Eventually he made it into an open clearing, flowers soaking up the moonlight. He let out a sigh, and continued on his path. By morning, he found himself approaching a group of cats, all of which noticed him and immediately hurried towards him. After explaining the situation, they took Petronius back to their leader (and at this point I’m not entirely sure how to write about this being that I don’t wish to control any other person’s characters, and if this isn’t allowed as part of his background I’ll change it!). Petronius was allowed into the empire, and has since resided there, becoming more comfortable and confident in his surroundings and his fellow Empire cats.

Relations:
= Alive
= Unknown
= Deceased

Curtia
Faunus
Atronia
Icilia
Pompilia

Relationships:
= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Platonic Love
= Romantic Love
= Dislike
= Hate
= Family
= Jealous
= Respect

Curtia | |
Faunus |
Atronia | |
Icilia | |
Pompilia | |

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Description
General Information

Name: Petronius - “rock, stone”
Rank: Gladiator

Age: 21/2 years
-Birthday: July 23rd, 46BC

Species: African Lion

Physical Description: Even for a lion, Petronius is rather large. Where average male lions weigh in between 400-450lbs (181-204kg), he comes in at a whopping 635lbs (288kg), and is almost a foot (.3m) taller than the normal 4ft (1.22m) at the shoulder. His coat is of a darker tan compared to the general beige or golden color of lions, and his mane is comprised of a spectrum ranging from a pale brown around his face to almost black as you reach the outer parts of his mane. He is incredibly muscular and has a rather intimidating appearance, however, he’s one of the most gentle lions you’ll probably ever meet. Despite his size, his mannerisms and gait are rather dainty and timid, acting more like a skittish house cat than a ferocious lion. His eyes are a faded yellow-green, ones that appear to almost glow in the darkness, reflecting whatever light strikes them.

Armor: Being such a large cat, Petronius chooses not to wear a ton of armor, knowing that having all that weight to carry would only end up weighing him down in the long run. That being said, he chose a rather simple set of armor, mainly crafted from a pale brown leather, the material stretching from the base of his neck to the lower part of his back, right about where his back legs meet his stomach. A series of small leather straps line his left side, a line of clasps on his other flank to secure his armor to his massive body. The only metal piece in his armor is a breastplate, generally worn when doing something that would impose severe danger.

Traits
Dominant: Darker coat, yellow-green eyes
Recessive: Gigantism
Carrier: Minimal Hair Growth (Would affect manes/thickness of fur (if bred with different species))

Mutations: N/A

Personality

Compassionate Petronius is a very empathetic individual, always trying to consider how others feel and how his actions will affect those around him. [ can cause internal conflict when regarding other Empire cats]

Honest Since he was a cub, his mother always taught him to speak truthfully; if you live a life of lies, it will only come back to bite you.

Timid While most would expect someone of his size to exude confidence, Petronius is rather shy and quiet towards the general public, only coming out of his shell when he begins to build trust with someone. [ does not apply to those under Friend] This also causes him to be rather jumpy, and is very easily startled, especially by those significantly smaller than him.

Passive Conflict has always given Petronius a sense of dread, causing him to become somewhat of a push-over, allowing others to walk all over him and basically do as they please, generally without fear of him retaliating. This does, however, aid him in de-escalating situations; it’s hard to fight with someone who doesn’t wish to put up a fight. [ does not apply to those under Dislike/Hate, replaced with Spiteful]

Foolish Though he doesn’t quite mean to be, the poor boy has a tendency to make wrong decisions due to bad judgement, often caused by the simple lack of common sense at times. This lead to him being labeled as a fool, even though he’s much more than that.

Stubborn If Petronius has already made a decision about something, the likelihood of you changing his mind is very slim. He’s incredibly stubborn, and while he won’t be rude or abrasive about anything, he’ll make it clear that he’s set in his choices. [ does not apply to those under Love]

History

-Cubhood
Petronius originates from the city Massilia, born to a breeder cat named Curtia. She was an average sized lioness, bred for her beautifully golden coat and her strength, which was more than average for a lioness of her size. His father was a lion owned by a wealthier man, one that chose to use his father for profit within the coliseum. His father, whose name was Faunus, was only slightly larger than average, a great deal smaller than what Petronius would later grow up to be. He had a darker coat, much like his son’s, and a roar that could shake even the most fearsome of predators.
Petronius was born to a litter of four, made up of himself and his three sisters, Icilia, Pompilia and Atronia. Petronius and Atronia resembled Faunus, with darker coats and muscular builds, as opposed to Icilia and Pompilia, who both has lovely golden colors about them. The thing that set Petronius apart from his siblings, however, was his already apparent size. When lion cubs are born, they weigh roughly 3lbs (1.5kg). When Petronius was born, he already weighed roughly 6.5lbs (3kg). From the beginning, he caught the interest of his owner’s fellow humans, all assuming he would grow up to be a magnificent fighter.
Life for him and his siblings surrounded a cage outside of his owner’s home, and while is was relatively large compared to others around the city, it was still miserably small for a big cat like Curtia and her cubs. Very rarely did they get to see their father, as his owner simply wanted money for the cubs, not really caring about their well-being. However, on one of the few visits Faunus had made, his owner took on an admiration for Petronius, and haggled with the owner of the cubs, who had intended to keep the collosal young lion. After it was determined Petronius was not for sale, Faunus followed his owner home, the both of them in a huff.
Later that night, while the city slept, Faunus’ owner crept through alleyways and behind buildings to find his way back to the cub that would bring him fortune; Petronius. Accompanied by Faunus, he slid around the side of his friend’s home, he could see Curtia, her cubs nuzzled close to her belly, her tail wrapped around them. ‘I’m up for the challenge,’ he thought to himself, creeping forward until he was only a few feet away from the lions. Faunus remained in the shadows of the house, shifting his paws uneasily; he had an overwhelming sense of dread, his tail flicking nervously. He heard a cry, and upon returning his gaze to his owner, saw the man barreling towards him with a cub dangling from his hand by its scruff. Curtia had awoken and was shoving her three daughters into a small makeshift den dug into the ground, generally used to protect them from the rain. Faunus began running once he saw his master with Petronius, hearing the thuds of Curtia’s paws behind him. Passing the cub off to Faunus, the man jumped on a nearby horse he had brought, racing through the streets and out of sight; he trusted that Faunus would bring home his prize. He began cutting through alleys, soaring over the low-lying stone walls serving as fences to the humans. He had to try and lose Curtia; he didn’t have the energy to not only carry his owner back home by the coliseum, but then to fight the angry lioness. While his eyes scanned the area, looking for a way out, his eyes locked on a massive oak tree whose branches were able to reach the roof a nearby building, which would allow him to jump from building to building with ease. In one leaping bound, he clawed his way up the tree, Petronius dangling from his jaws. Faunus flung himself towards the roof, his back legs barely catching a foothold. Claws scraping against the shingles, he leapt from roof to roof, the lioness far behind him, still following him from the ground. Within minutes, they had lost Curtia, and Faunus jumped down from the roof of one of the richer homes, glad to find himself back in the wealthier district of Massilia. He could see the colosseum in the distance, letting out a sigh of relief knowing he was close to home. Petronius, however, was far from relieved; he was absolutely terrified of not knowing what was to come for him, and rightfully so; he was now in the hands of a man who only sought after money, not caring if it meant the loss of a cat or two. This is when Petronius began his training.

-Training Days
Petronius was kept in a small cage, alongside a few other felines, his father included. He was fed twice a day, just enough to keep him fit enough to train for the arena. The man who owned him, who he learned they called Cassius, was a rather cruel man, especially to the smaller cats among them. There was one cat in particular, a scrawny caracal who was riddled with scars, that took the most of the man’s rage. When he saw the unjust beatings that the poor cat had to endure, he felt a burning in his chest, his paws itching to rescue her. As he grew, his training intensified, the man determined to make a powerful gladiator out of him. During training, he always felt anxious, afraid to hurt his opponent; he would often return to his cage covered in small punctures from allowing his foe to attack him without fighting back. Eventually, this began to anger his master, being that he was no longer a cub and could easily fend for himself. This led to him being beaten frequently, and occasionally the loss of his evening meal. When most cats would obey their masters and do as they commanded, he continued to allow the other cat to win, refusing to hurt them for the sake of a sport; he knew that if he truly used his strength, he would likely severely injure his sparring partner. As this went on, he kept growing and growing, his mane getting thicker and darker. He was a force to be reckoned with, if he would actually take the offensive side instead of strictly defense. After months of this, Petronius knew how to fight; he had been trained by a leopard who was housed next to his father Faunus, as well as Faunus himself. By now, he was far too big for his cage, barely able to turn around in it. He was only fed once a day, and as punishment, he would be forced to spar with his father on a daily basis. “Just fight back Petronius!” Faunus would roar, his claws raking across his face. Yet he backed away from him, growling and hissing as he went. “Fight!!” And with that, Faunus pounced, landing on his son’s back, sinking his teeth into his shoulder. Letting out a pained snarl, Petronius violently shook, Faunus flying off of him and hitting the ground in a cloud of dust. He charged at his father, teeth bared and claws outstretched, rage burning through him. Faunus was taken aback, and hurried to get back on his paws before the brute was able to reach him. What Petronius had in strength, he lacked in speed, and Faunus was able to run to the other side of the colosseum, clawing at one of the entrances to be let in. Petronius still ran towards him, closing the distance between the two while his father tried to escape. He jumped, partially landing on Faunus’ back, his back legs skidding the soft dirt under him. Falling back, Petronius used his back legs to kick Faunus, sending him sprawling behind him. Rolling onto his stomach, he approached his father, who lay there out of breath. With one final blow, he dug his claws into his father’s face, wiping his paw in the dirt after. “Never force me to fight again.”

When he returned home that night, he was surprised to see that he had a meal waiting for him, sitting in that tiny cage. He was allowed to eat it before retreating to his prison, and he watched as the other cats stared at him. The sun was beginning to set, Petronius now laying on the grass, waiting for his master to usher him back into the cramped metal bars. He was taking longer than he usually would, probably busy inside cooking or something. Petronius scanned his surroundings, the other cats within their cages, some of them sleeping, some staring at the sky, but now that he was done eating, nobody paid him any mind. Glancing at the door to house, he pondered the thought of leaving. He’d had this idea many times, but never an opportunity. What could be worse than this monotonous, borderline tortuous life? Slowly rising to his paws, he stalked forward, just barely able to see over the window. He could make out his master’s head, still working on fixing his own dinner. He began to creep forward before he stopped in his tracks, an overwhelming feeling of guilt washing over him. Glancing behind him, he could see multiple cats watching him, their weary eyes pleading with him to open the cage. Without a second thought, he hurried back to them, quickly figuring out how to undo the simple mechanism, which was only able to be unlocked from the outside. ’One…’ Petronius was able to open the latch to one of the cages, allowing an emaciated lynx to escape, running off and hopping over a bush. ’Two…’ The door to the cage creaked open, and the leopard who had assisted in his training hopped out, nodding her head to him before darting off between the trees across the yard. As Petronius began fiddling with the next cage, he could hear the back door slam against the stone wall of his master’s house, and he turned in horror when he saw a hefty sword in his hand. He abandoned his rescue mission, sprinting over the grass and leaping over a slightly untrimmed hedge, hoping to lose the man who had imprisoned him for months on end. He could hear the human shouting, but couldn’t quite make out what he said. He kept running, and after hopping over the low walls or hedges, from property to property, he could make out one of the busier roads, and with all the stamina he had left, he raced to it, skirting around the corner and running for another moment before slowing his pace. He drank in air, burning his lungs with each inhale. Panting heavily, he padded along, catching his breath. Footsteps pounded upon the ground behind him, and he saw his master, along with with a couple guards, running after him. With a startled gasp, he broke into a run yet again, his chest aching as he drew in each breath. Glancing back, he saw one of the guards slowly gaining on him, his muscular legs carrying the man as fast as he could go. Focusing ahead of him, he quickly scanned the area, looking for a possible way out. In the distance, he could see the main entrance to the city; too many guards. He took a sharp right down a narrow alley, leading to a slightly larger road which ran along the length of the east wall. He watched, hoping to find a tree to climb or a crack to squeeze through. The humans had found him again, and this time, they had a couple more with them. One of them had a net, usually used for catching small schools of fish, which would surely tangle Petronius up if he was caught in it. Up ahead, he could see the side entrance, which only had a few guards standing around. If he could just get through there… he’d be free.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself even harder, the houses to his left flashing by in a hazy blur. Only a few more yards… ”Stop that lion!!” shouted his master, alerting the guards who, up until that point, were standing around talking. The turned to him, all of the armed, ready to take on the beast. Petronius’ heart sank, but he kept running; he wasn’t going down without a fight. Closing his eyes, he plowed through them, feeling his head ram against the metal breastplate of one of them. Searing pain shot through his shoulder, letting out a ferocious roar, and he saw blood pooling in a gash inflicted what was likely to be a sword. Out of fear, he was able to keep running. He could see the forest ahead, where he would be protected. A spear landed in the ground next to him, only a foot or two away from him. He broke through the foliage and into the trees, a trail of blood dripping behind him. After he no longer heard the commotion of humans behind him, he stopped, flopping onto the ground. Assessing his wound, as well as his situation, Petronius was able to catch his breath. After lying there for what seemed like a century, he rose to his paws and began the final stretch of his journey.

Entering the Empire
Petronius traveled for hours, his paws aching more and more with each step. He made his way through thick forests, branches whipping him in the face. Eventually he made it into an open clearing, flowers soaking up the moonlight. He let out a sigh, and continued on his path. By morning, he found himself approaching a group of cats, all of which noticed him and immediately hurried towards him. After explaining the situation, they took Petronius back to their leader (and at this point I’m not entirely sure how to write about this being that I don’t wish to control any other person’s characters, and if this isn’t allowed as part of his background I’ll change it!). Petronius was allowed into the empire, and has since resided there, becoming more comfortable and confident in his surroundings and his fellow Empire cats.

Relations:
= Alive
= Unknown
= Deceased

Curtia
Faunus
Atronia
Icilia
Pompilia

Relationships:
= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Platonic Love
= Romantic Love
= Dislike
= Hate
= Family
= Jealous
= Respect

Curtia | |
Faunus |
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