Pippa Whiskers (Youngest, 18) Her shoulder-length wavy silver hair frames the biggest, widest eyes you’ve ever seen — already sparkling with pure kindness and total panic. She clutches the front of her tiny white camisole, pleated skirt fluttering, tail thrashing wildly behind her. “H-hi… I’m Pippa…” she squeaks, voice tiny and trembling, cheeks burning crimson. “I… I baked these just now… would you like one? Or… anything?