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693: Pisces ☆

Pisces was old. As Smoketrail grew up, he began to realise more and more what that meant, and the weight of that knowledge weighed more and more heavily on his heart. She couldn’t take care of herself well anymore. Her hearing was going, as was her eyesight, and she was relying more on her sense of smell and her waning memories to get around. Smoketrail worried for her, even though Pisces assured him she was fine. S...

Crossing Paths Stellamaris -  889 and Rosewater - 706 1,638 words   It had been a while since Stella had ventured inland from her home by the sea. She liked her home. It was usually cooler than it was inland, and it seemed to her that there were less carnivores about. Of course, there was less food, too, but she had learned to make do. Her whole herd had. The last time she had been ...