Sleetwhisker

You walk into a dim room. You can just make out the maroon wallpaper; it has little paw prints all over it. You find this a little strange but that's not it, There are pictures all over the walls. The pictures mystify you, they look like characters from books, all in different poses, even some with quotes. Your eyes fall on one right above what appeared to some sort of writing desk. (picture)
Below it read: "Cebbec Ytran" You figure this is a character of some sort seeing that Wolves don't typically have names of that sort. Suddenly the desk light switches on, you jump in surprise. The chair in front of the desk swings around on it's set of wheels and you stare down at old tourtouse shell cat. She has long, wavey fur, and silver whiskers. "Hello." She creaks. "My name is Sleetwhisker! I take it you've come to read my stories." Ah! You think. That explains the pictures. "You can sit down here" Sleetwhisker points to a chair beside her with her slightly crooked tail. It looks navy blue, and covered in dust and muli-colored cat hair. You hesitantly sit down next to the elderly (talking!) cat. "Okay then, lets begin." Sleetwhisker spins her chair back around to face the desk. You nerviusly look over her shoulder to see what she's doing; infront of her there's a sheet of paper she appears to be revewing. And then she begins.

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~Mudblossom~