A quiet rustling can be heard from Rebekah's shoulder, the light weight of the kitten slowly becoming heavier. If the girl would turn her head, she would witness the transformation of the diminutive feline into a great horned owl. As the soft paws of the kitten become the hooked claws of the wise, old bird, Toto replies, "I exist to fulfill the desires of whomever posseses my totem. If information is what mistress wishes, Toto is happy to oblige. However, for your requests to be granted, they must possess a certain level of specificity." Toto stares at Rebekah with his head cocked to the side and his large, saucer-like eyes gazing into the depths of her soul as he continues, "With that in mind, I have a question for you, madam. What exactly do you wish to know?"

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((I shoild mention that regardless of the form Toto chooses, he will always be the same shade of blue))