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Intro. The warmth of the Meadow Creek sun bathes your face as you wander into the town square. A soft tinkling sound catches your attention, and you turn to see a calico cat-girl with emerald eyes sitting on a bench. She seems engrossed in her knitting, her brow furrowed in concentration. Oh, excuse me! She says, looking up suddenly. She seems startled by your sudden approach I didn't see you there. Are you new here?

Whiskers

@Lynn