Preserve had always been quite proud of his knowledge of plants. He had learnt most of what he knew from Koi, and had quickly found himself disappointed by the lack of variety in the greenhouse. Koi had explained that the greenhouse was set up for food, which naturally was the colony's primary concern.   Still, this setup had not been expanded on much since the days they built the greenhouse, which at this point was several seasons ago. Besides the scale nobody had bo...

Empress frowned, looking trough the stack of papers on her desk as she waited for Gideon to run some more samples. The first samples had already processed, and the results were- alarming, to say the least. Frown deepening, the black Tsabhua beckoned her co-worker over, pointing at one of the graphs.   "Well, we weren't wrong." Gideon said, sounding concerned. "Are we sure it's not just a local problem? If this is happening all over the fungal forest-" Empress nodded s...

The air in the colony was tense as the news spread—a collective sigh of disappointment echoing through the clearing. The last harvest had been meager to say the least, and the air was fille concern. Bloo, observed the unease in his colony, especially among the smaller ones, Predict and Preserve, who were by now old enough to understand why the adults were panicing. As the leader, he felt it was his responsibility to find a solution.   Bloo gathered a small team, the...

Two whelps happily padded into the shallow ocean water. Having seen how overworked both Roam and Fawn were, with all the whelps in the nursery, Twinkle had offered to take the two whelps to the beach to look for seashells. "What's the ocean like, Twinkle?" aske Predict, Preserve perking up and tuning into the conversation too right away. Twinkle chuckled, her eyes sparkling with excitement as the whelps were still exploring the shoreline. "Well," she started "the oce...