Welcome to the Hallows of Halloweth An old-world realm of story, shoppe, theatre, chapel, and woodland wonder. Within the Hallows lives Pumpkin Hill House, our mercantile shoppe of curious goods, vintage treasures, seasonal wares, and gifts from the realm.
A plump little black cat gentleman stood among the moss in his finest autumn attire, looking as though he had arrived late to a very important moonlit supper.
He wore a tiny orange top hat tipped at a jaunty angle and a magnificent ruffled collar in pumpkin-orange and cream. His white coat was dotted with warm golden buttons, and from his shoulders stretched dark wings patterned like silver spiderwebs. In one paw he carried a shimmering gold star; in the other, a pale silver one, as though he had been entrusted with escorting the evening itself into place.
6.5"L x 2.5"D x 8"H
His expression was soft, curious, and faintly surprised—as if he had just remembered an appointment he was supposed to be pretending not to care about.
In Halloweth, some called him Mr. Tallowmere, Keeper of the Evening Stars.
He preferred simply:
“Mister.”
And if anyone asked why a cat required wings, he would stare at them very patiently until they understood that this was an extremely impolite question.
