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This is the Book-Keeper. She is the Librarian at the Library of Life; A massive hollowed-out tree where every book of everything that's every happened is kept. She's as old as time itself, yet doesn't look it.
When she was a young pup, her name was Red-Moon, after her time of birth; Under a blood moon. Her mother, Rose, refused to let Red-Moon leave the small den. Their father, Chervil, hadn't been seen for moons. Red-Moon was the quietest of her two siblings, Sparrow and Burdock-Root. They would scuffle outside while she sat at the entrance, Rose at her side. Red-Moon begged to know why she couldn't join them, and every time Rose just told her daughter that they wouldn't accept a red-eyed pup. One Summer evening, while her siblings were chasing fireflies, Rose allowed her to leave the den. Red-Moon was around a year old, racing from the den and immediately watching as the sparkling golden-flashing bugs fluttered across the forest floor. Sparrow chased the fireflies, trying to grasp them in his jaws, jumping up and down to follow them. Burdock-Root just laid across in the grass, between two oak's roots. The three siblings quickly became closer than a leaf to a branch, sleeping together and beginning to hunt together. When the pups were around two years old, reaching their adult size, Rose became deathly ill. Red-Moon tried to help, by feeding her various plants she'd found, believing they'd help her. Though, unfortunately, her 'mentor' (a young fox she'd befriended) had mistaken juniper berries for deathberries, and Red-moon ended up poisoning her mother and killing her almost instantly. Sparrow and Burdock-Root blamed her, turning against their startled sister and chasing her far into the woods, where the tree trunks grew to be up to fifty-tail-lengths wide and taller than buildings. She sheltered in a hollowed tree which was filled with books, finding an elderly deer living in it. The deer listened to her story, taking her as his apprentice and showing her up to his room, in the highest branches. Red-moon quickly made herself a bed, made of leaves and extra wood she'd scraped from the branches. The deer, whom was called the Book-Keeper, showed her the ways of his skill; He explained he'd lived here since the dawn of time, and would be leaving soon. Red-Moon quickly became as good as him, and one morning the next year, Red-Moon awoke to find the Book-Keeper fading away into a silverly-blue dust. She tried to keep him alive, but he told her he wasn't afraid of death, and that she would make a fine Book-Keeper before fading away completely. Red-Moon took on the name of the Book-Keeper, her fur soon becoming messy and her whiskers chewed as she aged. After about three years, she'd forgotten about her mentor, and had moved along. The year after, she was getting older and older; Yet her muscles never weakened, her eyesight never diminished. She still had the heart of a pup in the body of an old wolf. One day, Sparrow came to the tree, begging her to help him; Burdock-Root had been bitten by a snake. The Book-Keeper told him to bring their brother here. He did, but Burdock-Root died in the Book-Keeper's paws, as she hadn't the medicine skill to heal him. Sparrow once again blamed her, though she banished him from the tree, and buried her brother outside the door, under a root. The Book-Keeper, after this point, locked herself in the tree. She still worked at the Library of Life, sorting through the books and adding new ones whenever something happened. About ten years into her 'job', the door was knocked upon; A noise she hadn't heard in years. She peeked through the corner of it, finding a young cat mewling outside, cold in the storm that'd taken the forest. The Book-Keeper let her in, admiring the kitten's short legs and flat ears. It called itself Shorty; Quite a fitting name. The Book-Keeper let her stay, and before she had realized, the kitten was her apprentice. That wraps it up.
