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    Dusted nodded fearfully. One of the guards pushed around Isolde, rearing up and his foreleg striking the colt. "Thief! Caught stealing from the queen!" The black stallion backed away a little, not liking the treatment of the salve but not doing anything to change it. His job dd not involve interacting with slaves, neither protecting or punishing. The same guard clamped his teeth on top of Dusted's neck, and he let out a small cry of pain.

    The guards backed off, and Dusted stood there, shaking, looking at his younger sister. He faced the queen. "I..I was just looking at one of your necklaces. I picked it up to move it, and He saw." He quickly glanced at the first guard.

    Ironhide ripped into the rabbit, swallowing down the last of it with surprising speed. He was used to having to eat on the run. Shaking out his rough fur, he stood, pushing past Pariah on his way to Crea. He could be somewhat civil to a female, but the savage ways of the north had been early imprinted in his mind, and those things are hard to get rid of. He didn't spare a glance for the slightly smaller male. He caught the scent of the sick deer as well, walking softly closer to it.

    Ironhide had been hunting alone long enough that this new pack life was sure to throw him off. He thought back to his days in is pack, before the accusation that forever changed his life. Yes, that's right. Others slow the prey down, or corner it. The alpha kills. The alpha eats first, then everyone else by rank. What made Crea the alpha? Why was he submitting to her? He pondered, tail lashing furiously as he crouched behind her. He shifted slowly forward, the thrill of the hunt pushing away traitorous thoughts.
    ~
    Dancer bolted from the den as soon as the others where gone. She ran, panting, for a while until she reached an area thick with underbrush. Maybe she could snag a hare, like Ironhide had. She slunk through it, ears swiveling.

    Name: Dominic I. Falcon
    Age: 17
    Gender: male
    Dorm: C1
    Family:In foster care, has an older brother, two younger sisters and one youngest brother.
    Grade:12
    Crush: none yet
    Bg/gf: open to either ;)
    :History(optional) His father died shortly after the birth of his youngest brother, and his mother struggled to support the family. While they didn't have much, they where close, and it soon became apparent Dominic was advanced. When he was 12 he lost his mother to breast cancer, so he always wears some sort of pink item in her memory.
    Other: Can they have pets? :D



    His dog, Bear:


    How did I do?: Very good Form
    Do you like my idea?: Not very original, but nice none the less.


    Name: Delilah Ann-Stella
    Age:18
    Gender: female
    Dorm: whatever works for you
    Family: Father, mother and two younger brothers. Parents are divorced, split custody but now that she's a legal adult, "I own myself."
    Grade: 12
    Crush: none yet
    Bg/gf: open to either ;)
    History(optional): Ask her, if you dare.
    Other:High School Rocks


    Her cat, Thunder:

    Ironhide leapt out after her, running along the opposite side of the deer as Pariah. For a moment he didn't attack, just kept it in place so the other male could would it. He rolled his eyes when the deer kept running, and lunged for its throat. His teeth broke the vein and his weight pulled her to a stumbling stop as he delivered the death bite.
    ~
    Dancer eventually took down a ferret, the most vile creature of its size. She carried it proudly back to the den, although she knew it was worth nothing to the others.

    Ironhide returned the growl with a dark glare, but didn't move as he began to take meat from the neck. The atmosphere had him tense, and his fur bristled as he ripped into the blood laden flesh. His eyes darted between the two. Joining a pack had not been as simple as he thought.

    Name: Thunder
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 18 moons
    Looks: very large Siamese, puma like body.

    Rank: Kitty Pet
    Other: He'll join the clan later.


    Name: IceStorm
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 49 moons
    Looks: large and heavy boned like Thunder

    Rank: Medicine Cat
    Other: Has a mild limp on right front leg. Thunder is his son, but that will only come out later. ;)


    Name: WindFur
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 33 moons
    Looks: tiny she-cat

    Rank: Warrior, willing to take on apprentice.
    Other: Mate was lost five moons ago to snake bite.


    Name: OwlFlight
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 10 moons
    Looks: Very small like his mother.

    rank:warrior
    Other: His mother is WindFur.