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    The kangaroo hopped onto the border, blinking his brown eyes rather patiently. Facebook had been wondering for awhile about these clans, they seemed awfully nice. So he decided to join the one nearest to him. He hummed a bit, chewing on the inside of his lip.

    "Yeah," the little lamb absentmindedly agreed, frowning a bit at this tom's impatience, smiling at his desire to see his family. Ah. If only he could see his family, only if his family could see him!

    "What happened?" murmured the lamb, teetering over with a curious, outstretched neck. He had watched the older sheep get slaughtered and skinned a few times before, but his mum told them it was their time anyway. They lived to serve the humans, it made him proud. But this one was young. He made a little disappointed sound. Even predators killed each other, how sad.

    "I'm Hassan." quietly bleated the lamb, trotting over on shaking legs to stand next to Polarispaw. Cats. All cats. He couldn't see one single dog after Tony, but he was glad. Grateful. Grateful that the humans kept all the dogs to themselves.

    "How?" muttered the lamb, gazing upon the corpse with wide eyes. So much deaths, so little time. He frowned. They shouldn't waste blood like this, not even predator blood. Hassan had seen much spilled blood like death on the farm but had never seen a creature die without blood. Was this possible?

    "Hope someone finds use in your body.". Or in other words, eat you. To him, eating was considered respectful, but he would never eat meat, no never. The lamb quietly lowered his head and started to munch on some grass, appearing very disinterested in the body or the blood.

    "This is despicable." whispered the lamb, trotting over with a frown, He didn't look shocked. Some minds were twisted beyond repair- he pitied them. He wouldn't kill if he didn't have to. And look at her young. Not even knowing they were alive before they'd been killed.

    hassan!
    -- the bold


    persona-wise, hassan is naturally quiet and frightened, acting more like a child than anything else. however, unlike a child, he is already accustomed to death. he was raised in quite twisted ways, but he believes his taught ways are good and great. he appears to be cowardly but on the inside he bears a brazen heart.


    appearance-wise, hassan is a rather noticeable white lamb, who will eventually grow up to be a strong little ram. or big ram. he has wide, innocent, dark brown eyes that always seem to be on the verge of tears on thinking what these predators do for a living.

    harbinger!
    -- the noble


    persona-wise, harbinger is quite obnoxious and annoying. he thinks it's funny to watch all the others struggle, see them off to their dooms. however, he isn't that cruel, not cruel at all. he can't bear to see anyone get hurt, and thinks he's too cowardly to help. however, he's reckless and stupid enough to try.


    appearance-wise, harbinger is a cross fox, a semi-melanistic color mutation of the red fox, looking like a blend of silver and black and white and orange mixed into one fox. his coat is thick and shaggy, and his eyes shine amber, a glossy, curious amber.

    "I'll come." mumbled the little lamb as he tottered over, giving a respectful dip of the head to all the predators in the vicinity. Ah, he didn't like feeling like the lowest rank here because they could all eat and/or kill him. On the farm, everyone was equal . . .