My one and only love
I've been lonely long enough
Will I find you when the night is over?
Tell me where did you go?
I've been searching high and low
I have only 'til the night is over
In every window, I pass
Your reflection in the glass
Makes me wonder if my mind is going
Shadows shifting in the rain
Slowly driving me insane
By the stars above, I know we were in love
I have only 'til the night is over
I feel the weather change
I hear the river say your name
I watch the birds fly by
I see an emerald in the sky
Now how the trail has gone cold
I don't know where else to go
And my time, I fear, is nearly over
When the ocean drinks the sky
And the city winks its eye
When the night is done, you'll vanish in the sun
Will I hold you when the night is over?
Am I lost inside my mind?
There's an emerald in the sky
I hear the river say your name
By the stars above, I know we were in love
I hear the river say your name
I have only 'til the night is over
Here is a ref for Granny Snail!
As she gets older, she gets droopier. Her ruff becomes limp and shaggy, her cheek fluff grows longer, and her ears and tail lose their perkiness. Also, I gave her a primordial pouch since it would be unreasonable to expect her belly to stay tight after birthing six kits.
She accessorizes with things to keep lost loved ones with her. The owl feather and ermine tail are like a big dangly earring, and aren't supposed to represent indigenous culture, so my apologies if that didn't translate. I'm debating just stabbing it into her ear as a piercing, but the logical half of my brain can't compute how that wouldn't constantly fall out if it's not tangled into her fur instead.
When Snailstep finally retires to the elder's den, she eventually suffers from kitty dementia and has to be guided back to camp after wandering off more than once. Such is the curse of living long enough to be an elder.
