The Captain, the boss rat, the big cheese!
or so he would like to think...

Squeakdeani hasn't lost his love of the spotlight and will often go for the touchdown himself rather than let an underling steal the glory.

Whether through will power, cunning or sheer ruthlessness, he maintains an incredible hold over his team of circus freaks. Squeakdeani inspires fanatical loyalty and murderous jealously in equal measure.

Stamped on by a horde of rampaging dinosaurs during an early game with Sotek's Storm (or so he tells it) Scrim-Scram picked up a paw injury that would plague him for the rest of his short career.
He continues to limp gamely around the field, throwing himself into the line of fire at every opportunity in a manner his team mates find most bizarre.

Developing a warpstone snuff habit to rival that of his team mate Ratkowski's (probably pinched from the latters supply), it wasn't long before Vermin Kay developed his own mutation. In this case a set of antlers the Horned One himself would be proud of.

Having previously played second fiddle to late (now zombified) Ratnavovich, Ratkowski spent the evening following their famous victory over Basilidon Dead Boys taking just a little too much warpstone snuff...

Awaking the next morning he was surprised and delighted to discover an extra set of arms growing from his midriff.
Captain Squeakdeani wasted no time in drilling some catching maneuvers, always keen to exploit any advantage, no matter how gross.

Unfortunately all this attracted the not so tender attention of the opposition during the rematch with the Undead. One of Ratkowski's arms did not make it through that particular game and was last seen being chomped by a horde of zombies.

Having quite clearly not learned his lesson, Ratkowski strayed too close to the living dead once again and picked up some kind of graveyard cough. Surely his days in the team were numbered...

Modelling his career on Squeakdeani (Whom he admires and viciously envys in equal measure) Maurice has big plans. He dreams every night of taking over the team and leading them to the top of BB's premier division.

Squeakdeani is well aware of his underlings ambition, constantly puts him in harms way, making sure he is at the centre of the line of scrimmage right in front of the biggest opposing player!

In response Maurice has developed his own unique play style, flailing and trashing every limb on the game. This makes a follow-up move far less likely and Maurice's survival more certain, exactly as he planned.

Vrash has shown unusual diligence for a Skaven linerat, turning up early for training and staying late to practise his kicking ability.
What his fellow players have not realised is that Vrash has worked out being a star kicker makes him too valuable to be started on the game line. This keeps his cowardly hide away from the oppositions biggest players for as long as possible!

Leonard fancys himself a hard rat. He is patiently waiting for one of the teams current blitzers to meet with a little "accident", either on the field or off!

He has shown surprising durability in the face of larger opposing players. In his eyes a sure sign of the Horned Rat's favour, swelling his already overblown ego.

Hailing from the fighting pits of clan Moulder, Cuthbert was a champion wrestler.
Having long honed his skills in noble one-on-one and not so noble three-on-one paw-to-paw combat he was confident that his technique would transfer over.
Time would tell how right he was...

Another one of Squeakdeani's brusiers, Rataouille is never happier then when he is tackling the opposition, provided he has a couple of mates to back him up.

The longest surviving team member during the bloody encounter with Soteks Storm. Verminchello has demonstrated the ability to leap several feet into the air, the better to escape danger quick quick!

Famous for his feats of strength (and vicious destruction) this Rat Ogre brought some much needed muscle to Squeakdeani's ranks.

His first time out the field coach directed his singular attention to the opposition ball carriers. The monstrous rodent found the graveyard ghouls unpalatable and had more fun tossing them head over gangly limb into the stands.

Second time around, the great beast floundered around in a frenzy but was generally more of a danger to itself than the Undead team. Squeakdeani was starting to wonder why he bothered.

An all round dirty rat, opponents were always surprised to see Vermillion sneaking round behind their team to snatch the ball off their surprised (often terrified) thrower.