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Evelyn skidded to a stop, and if it weren't for the fact that she was a cat she would have certainly tripped and fell. Her nose crinkled as she smelt the boy in front of her. He was a rat? Well, she'd never met one of his kind before. She felt comfortable though with the fact that he was a Lycan.

"Hi," she replied in a cheerful tone. "You're a Lycan, right?" Evie questioned, holding back the urge to also ask if she was right about him being a rat. He probably was a certain type of rat anyway, and he'd probably get offended. Considering her curiosity and big mouth it was surprising she hadn't blurted out that question, but she didn't think about why she hadn't.

"What's your name?" She questioned once more. What better way to get rid of an urged question then by asking a different one? There was no better way, of course.

The paper plate was discarded in to the short, brown, cheap trash can that was placed ever so cleverly beside her desk. It wasn't until after Kiala's tongue had cleared the already forgotten plate from the left over sauage juice that was still warm. It's amazing how one wouldn't never think of meat as being able to send shivers down one's back, but when it becomes hard to find you tend to cherish it a bit more than normal. Standing from her seat to face the chalk board. How old school, huh? With her body in front of the green chalk board she came to stand out. Dressed in all black.

Her pants were like silk, pinned stripped, one of the articles of clothing that pronounced how dominating Kiala wanted to be. Her shirt was white and traveled down the length of her arm until about an inch or two below the elbow. The white shirt was almost see through because of how light the material it was made out of was. Yet, still being a teacher, Kiala covered up with a pin stripped, black vest that had a low v formation on it and came to hug her hips. As for that clicking noise that was heard. Well, those would be her inch raised brand new, shiny, black leather shoes she decided to wear.

Picking up a piece of the white chalk, Kiala began to write what would be today's lesson and, for warning, tomorrow's as well. After covering half of the board and setting the white writing utensil down Kiala looked towards the door. Her hearing picking up the tiny youth voices. Jealous that Horatio was able to take today off. It was fine. Her two days off were coming soon. The least Kiala could do was put up with a few of the students that did make it to class until then.

Putting the white chalk back on to the lip of the board. Keen hearing was allowing to over hear the conversation taking place in the hall. Such silly kids. Didn't they realize that sound wouldn't die in such an open space? Instead, the conversation traveled all the way down in to the biology room with hardly any desks.

Stepping away from the board, the black shoes clicked their way, heading towards the door that was an entrance and an exit from her class room. Gazing down the hallway to spot two of the students lolly-gagging their way to class. With her back resting against the door's frame a frown to her face. Arms came to cross over the woman's chest in a disappointed fashion. If it hadn't been the first day of school, Kiala wouldn't have given them a warning, but since it was; it wasn't their fault that they didn't know any better.

A light growl rumbled from the base of Kiala's throat. A student has no right to call a teacher by their first name. When the boy's scent flooded her nose, it made Kiala's hair come to stand. A mouse. She knew that scent all too well. "It's Ms. McDowell. If you're on time you're late. I expect since you're so talkative, you can give an oral presentation tomorrow over the chapter that we will be going over today." Her voice was loud, proclaiming her hierarchy in this school system. Her position above the student body.

With her warning given, Kiala returned back to her room, walls decorated with posters that showed the different anatomies of various creatures. A Few wild flowers on the book shelf came a bit more color to the room, other than the different shades of red from the posters.

Evelyn wouldn't give up a nice warm bed for anything, well, almost anything, she was never late to class, and she was a leopard; A cat, cats killed rodents, but for some reason, Evie liked this boy. Maybe it was because he seemed really friendly, or he was cute but, for whatever reason there was, Evie wanted to be his friend.

A giggle passed her lips when Pan spoke Ms. Kay's first name. "She teaches Biology, and she's a werewolf." Evie answered his questions with another ecstatic wave of her tail. She hoped she would get to talk to Pan more. Before she could open her mouth to ask him a question a low growl was heard behind her and Evie spun around.

Evie's ears immediately flattened on top of her head and her tail stop moving. Sure it was Pan that Ms. Kay was mad at, but her voice and full outer appearance was quite intimidating. But the teacher left soon after speaking and Evie felt her bubbly attitude come right back to the surface.

Her tail began to swish once more as Pan whispered in her ear; Pack mentality. She knew about that well enough. Evie had never been of high rank in the pack she was in at all, but she had been no beta either. After his whispering Evie giggled at what he said in his normal tone.

"Pards are better too, huh? Shouldn't you hate us big kitties?" Evie stuck out her tongue playfully. She was glad Pan could talk to her even though their races were pretty much enemies.

{{Sorry all! I've been busy mid-terming.}}

"Now, now. I never said I liked the kittens, buuut," Pan replied, his voice still vaguely sing-song, "You're a level up from good ole psycho wolves, now aren't'cha?" He gave a little bounce and patted the Pard's head twice. "Not quite so prone to fits of anger for no reason.

"But alas, still rpone to the pack. Or the Pride, or whatever you all call it. I, myself, am free from listening and instinctively obeying anything. Unless, of course, it's got claws to my spine and it's ready to tear. I listen to what I want, when I want." He stuck his tongue out with a wink, and before the poor catling had even a chance to react, he'd licked her face.

"See, you'd never have done that to someone who outranks you without permission, would you?" Pan asked, rhetorically of course. He already knew the answer. Before he could continue his teasing, though, the footsteps he'd been hearing for the last few moments stopped, very close by, and someone more human than he- a witch girl by the scent- cleared their throat.

He spun faster than strictly necessary, partially to make the new arrival nervous, and partly because every additional person to talk to him always seemed to lead to his being exponential more bouncy than he had been the moment before.

His first response, however, was not to actually say hello, or do anything reasonable like that. Instead, he snatched the hat off the poor girls head without so much as a warning twitch and dropped it on his own.

"Are they seriously making you guys wear these things again, like the bunch of administrative bastards they are, or do you just do it for fun?" He asked, motioning towards the black, conical cap contrasting sharply with his hair. "And before you answer that, what's your name, hun?"

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