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No. No, he wasn’t supposed to be here.
Whisperkit stared at the dark trees that loomed overhead, seeming to trap him within this miserable place. He knew where he was, without even having to think about it. He’d heard plenty of tales about it. He just never thought he’d actually be here.
A figure entered his line of sight. A cat. A
monster. His ears flattened against the back of his head, his mouth went dry, his tail curled around his flank as he stared, terrified, at the monster towering over him.
But, wait. Monsters couldn’t talk. Could they?
“Monsters can’t talk,” he managed to rasp out in spite of his heart hammering against his ribs. And then, again,
“Monsters can’t talk. You- You shouldn’t be able to talk.” The monster, this beast, that had prowled his nightmares for moons, knew his name. And it
spoke. “How- how are you talking?”