A new room ...... A new life

Takeing a deep breath, you listen to the dead quiet of the room hopeing to catch the pitter patter of cat feet. Hearing nothing you quickly take out the photo of you as the Cat King and rip it to tiny shreds.

Maybe that will fix this whole mess, you think to yourself.

As your eyes ajust to the room you notace its poorly funished with just a bookcase, desk with a stool, and a tapastry on the wall. You judge by the thick layer of dust that the room hasn't been used for quite some time.

Uncontiously stuffing the shreds of photopapper in your pocket you begin to examine the room.

Rummageing though the books only turns to find several notebookes with advanced mathmatics and several volumes written in anchent dialects, which you obviously can not comprehend.

The Desk holds several vials of some hardened liquid that smells like burnt rubber, and a small chest with a lock that you are unable to break open. Hopeing to find some way to open the chest later you toss it into your pack and head over to check out the tapistry.

The tapistry is old and covered with mildew. All you can make out is a few faces and a phrase that for some reason you can read perfectly. You feel a faint presence from withen the tapistry and you uncontiously read the inscription aloud!

"I now claim the title of Cat King! I am the king and all who oppose me shall feel my furry!"

Written by -=+Otojinsia+=-

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