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The farm wasn’t going to tend to itself. That was what he kept telling himself as he worked, paws tirelessly digging into the soil. It wasn’t hard work, but it was tedious. Scrape through the dirt with his claws, use the trowel to make a neat hole, then bury the seeds, cover them with dirt, and sprinkle some water over them. Over, and over, and over. He was beginning to grow...

Slash didn’t know why, but something about the graveyard pulled at him. Sure, of course there’d been talk of farming in the soil there- but initially, he didn’t want to do it. It seemed strange, disrespectful. It reminded him a little too much of the bloodshed he’d seen among his people before ending up here.  Yet, here he wa...