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Msafiri/Story

2025-11-15T23:52:39Z

Kat:

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|s1_title = The "Little Brother"
|s1_reward = 100
|s1_text = Under the dim moonlight, a circle of young creatures engaged in animated chatter on the great plains.

"It's my turn! What do you think we should play?"
"No, no. It's my turn today! I wanna go fishing!"
"But you get the next two days too, that's not fair at all!"
"It's not my fault you won't be here for your turn... Plus, I need to practice hunting anyway."
"How about I go instead? There'll be tumbleweeds today, and I want to catch the biggest one!"
"Alright, enough. Let's do this the usual way — draw lots!"
One of them pulled out a handful of wooden strips from their pocket, and the circle instantly closed as everyone picked their lot.

"The triangle mark — I got it!" Someone let out a victorious whistle as the others reluctantly returned their blank strips with pouty faces. And as this was happening, Msafiri was going about his usual hunting practices with his younger brother, blissfully unaware of the shenanigans that were about to unfold. His bright, sharp eyes focused intently on the prey mid-flight.
He crouched and sprang up in a clean pounce. The soft feathers landed in his palms right on cue, and so did the prey's small form. His little brother clapped in celebration.
"Plop!' said the small pebble that suddenly struck his brother's back. Msafiri immediately locked onto the source of this prank with deadly precision. He was on his way to teach the little troublemaker a lesson when his brother spoke up.
"It's fine! That was our signal anyways, heh."

He watched as his brother skipped toward the "secret meeting" and kept watch from a respectful distance. Even kids need their privacy, he thought to himself.
However, whether it was the telltale winds or the rush of excitement after a successful hunt, Msafiri's sensitive ears overheard some strange chatter.

"Weren't you guys supposed to take turns? Why are you guys here?"
"Taking turns just doesn't work. Drawing lots is way easier! Besides, I got lucky, hehe. Can't blame me for that!"
"Well, fine! You know the rules, show me the good stuff first..."

Could it be that his little brother was involved in something written in the sacred laws...?
Before Msafiri could put two and two together, the little rascal who had drawn the lucky lot rushed up to him.
"Big bro Radarear! What are we gonna do? Hunting? Chase tumbleweed? What it is, I'm your little brother for today!"
"You're my... little brother? What do you mean?"
Msafiri looked down at the kid with pigtails and expectant eyes. His lips twitched as even more questions popped into his head.
"Well, anyone who draws the lucky lot can be your little brother for a day for the price of one fish! I've already paid mine~!"
As the answer dawned on him, Msafiri lifted his head and twitched his ears as he spotted his actual little brother sneaking away.
''Uh-oh, busted!'' His little brother, who hadn't gone far, shuddered as the gravity of getting caught red-pawed by Msafiri descended on him.

Finally, Msafiri learned why his little brother, who usually complained about never having enough fish to eat, had been sharing half of the catch lately.

|s2_title = Kula Bata!
|s2_reward = 200
|s3_text =

|s3_title = Special Coming-of-Age Gift
|s3_reward = 300
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|s4_reward = 400
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Yunguo/Story

2025-11-15T23:36:12Z

Kat:

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|s1_title = The Not-So-Blushy Blushberry
|s1_reward = 100
|s1_text = At the foot of [[Zhuxi Mountain]], beside the rice paddies, a few water bottles and bamboo baskets lay by the path, left there by villagers who had been working since morning. Only after hours of toil did they finally sit down for a sip of tea.

Someone jocked that most of the baskets held crops or tools, but the Yuns'? Theirs carried their two-year-old granddaughter, Blushberry.

Unlike other grey-furred toddlers, this little one looked, from the moment she was born, like a fluffy sun fallen into the bamboo grove, red and radiant, like ripe fruit on harvest day. A pity though. No matter what anyone tried, she never smiled. The moment a stranger came near, she'd shrink away. And on bad days, she'd burst into loud, panicked wails.

So lately, her grandparents had been carrying her around in a bamboo basket, hoping she'd get used to being around people, some kind of training or exposure or whatever they call it.

But little Blushberry had never budged from the depths of her basket. The Skies Above as their witness all anyone had seen were two fuzzy ears poking out.

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Now, the basket had gone quiet. Perhaps she was asleep. They decided to sneak a peek— It was empty.

Empty?!

Zhuxi Mountain was in an uproar. The chestnut vendor hollered it mid-stir to his costumer. The postman, cooling off in the shade, passed it to the sugsar painting artist. The repairman fixing a bike tire called it out to the passing peddler—

"The Yuns' kid is missing!"

Did it matter if anyone actually knew who the Yun family was? Not a bit. Just spread the word. Nothing could go wrong if everyone helped look. Blushberry—that was the kid who never smiled, the one who burst into tears the moment she saw a stranger.

Gran'mama was at the well in front of the bamboo house, washing mugwort leaves when she caught wind of it. She always boiled them in summer for the little one's bath, to keep the mosquitoes away and keep the rash at bay... "Wait, who did you say was missin'?"

"Told you mah, her grandpa's no good at mindin' kids." Gran'mama grabbed her palm fan and charged down the mountain.

The search party for Blushberry stirred the entire mountain. By the time the sun was about to set, everyone finally let a breath of relief.

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In the rice field, a small hill of green [[Archiboos]] tumbled apart, revealing a giggling mudball of a child, clutching an armful of enormous fruits and vegetables.

"That can't be Blushberry, can it? Blushberry never smiles. She just cries when she sees people."

But who else could it be, red as a ripened fuit, like the setting sun through the bamboo grove?

The story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, until it became a local legend. They said that they, Yunguo grew herself a heart, right there in the rice field. And no one could explain how.

|s2_title = The Farmer and the Seed
|s2_reward = 200
|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten.

"Schoolbag's mended. Hm? The water bottle's cracked? Better pick a sturdier one this time..."

Yunguo crouched beside Gran'mama in the little vegetable patch by their front door, digging at t il with her tiny spade and gazing up at the sky, listening to Gran'mama chatter on about the things to prepare for school. Suddenly she interrupted.

"Gran'mama, do I look strange? Do I smell strange?"

Gran'mama's hands paused from loosening the soil. She leaned close to Yunguo's little head and carefully sniffed all around before giving a serious answer.

"Yes, you do."

Hearing Gran'mama's answer, Yunguo thought, I really am no good.

"Could my Blushberry be from that seed?"

The two stared at each other in puzzled silence.

Grandma cleared her throat and began to tell story.

There once was seed, round as a rice dumpling. Anyone who saw it fell in love with it right away. It was said to grow into the most beautiful and one-of-a-kind flower in the world, though no one had ever seen it bloom.

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|s3_title = My Summer with Them
|s3_reward = 300
|s3_text = [Seedling Class] Summer Vacation Study Group - Planting Journal
Members: [Redacted], Yunguo, [Redacted]

July 20th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo
Soaked tomato seeds in clean water for 1 hour, then in 55 C warm water with gentle stirring to encourage sprouting. Once sprouted, the sprout was transplanted into a pot with well-rotted organic compost.

July 27th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo
The tomato sprouted with many leaves and grew to about 3.5 cm tall.

August 4th, Sunny Recorded by: [Redacted]
Watered the tomato seedling and put it out in the sun.

August 5th, Rainy Recorded by: Yunguo
The roots became waterlogged, so we trimmed the dead leaves and loosened the soil to help with drainage. After Sprouting, we kept the soil moisture at around 70% to prevent more waterlogging.

August 10th, Rainy Recorded by: Yunguo
The stem reached 10cm tall. A small branch started growing near the bottom. Added Humus to increase soil moisture.

August 12th, Rainy Recorded by: [Redacted]
Watered the tomato seedling and put it out in the sun.

August 14th, Rainy Recorded by: Yunguo
The tomato's leaves turned yellow because its roots were soaked and starting to rot. it was out of oxygen and couldn't breathe, so we helped change the soil. Transplanting might break some of the roots, and it will hurt a little, but it can still survive.

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August 20th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo
Thank the skies above, it's blooming! The stem's now 19cm tall. Trimmed dead leaves and added nitrogen fertilizer.

August 24th Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo
The scent drew in bees. Pruned extra branches and blossoms. Hoping it will bear fruit soon! It will, for sure.

August 29th, Rainy Recorded by: [Redacted]
Watered the tomato seedling and put it out in the sun.

August 31st, Rainy Recorded by: Yunguo
Flowers fell, no fruit. I don't think I can save this seed anymore.

Yunguo brought home the tomato seedling hidden under her clothes. It was already after dinner. at this hour, Gran'mama was usually off in someone else's yard, so there was no chance of running into her...

"What are you sneakin' in there?"
Gran'mama's voice came from right behind her.

"You were thinkin' of swappin' this sorry thing in for the tomato you grew, weren't you?"
Yunguo's face flushed deep red. She couldn't say a word. She just closed her eyes and braced for the storm...

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But Gran'mama only gave her head a gentle pat and sighed. "Not every seedling will grow strong just because you tend it with care. There are storms, draughts, pests... all kinds of hardship. You never know what they'll come up against. You have to face that. So do they."

The next day at school, Yunguo's group turned in a yellowing tomato seedling. "Remember who was fighting to be in her group before?
"Some prodigy farmer she turned out to be."

Blushing, yet with a hopeful spark in her eyes Yunguo said, "We... we didn't just mess up the result. We messed up the process. Next time... let's change it together."
No one replied, but that was okay.

|s4_title =The End of the Seed’s Journey
|s4_reward =400
|s4_text = Day 193 since leaving Gran’mama’s place.

Yunguo sat by the riverbank, chin resting in both hands, thinking about the last packet of seeds she had planted. They must be blooming by now, and soon there’d be fruit…
Such a shame she couldn’t see them anymore. People always leave. She vaguely understood that.

Yunguo let out a long sigh and counted the Dough and produce in her bag, trying to stay hopeful – if she didn’t eat or drink. Maybe she could last five more days. Still, it felt so cold.
Hugging her knees, she buried her face in her arms and rubbed at her eyes.

Suddenly, everything around her went dark. But Yunguo felt warm, as if she was buried in soil, and it would be nice to just fall asleep like that.

Then she heard the wind.
She heard water flowing.
She heard insects chirping.
She saw an earthworm wriggling beside her, loosening the soil…

Wait, where did that earthworm come from?!
“What’s it like outside? Is it this dark too?”
Yunguo heard her own voice, as if asking someone.
“No, it’s bright out there. Let me loosen the soil a bit so you can get through.”
The earthworm spoke as it wriggled upward, working so hard that Yunguo was moved.
But earthworms can’t talk, can they? They shouldn’t be able to!
“What if it’s too cold outside?”
She heard herself ask again, glancing around the warm, dark soil that surrounded her.
“There’s sunlight! Once you find the sun, it won’t be cold anymore.
As the earthworm happily burrowed its way out, a beam of light broke through the soil into Yunguo’s eyes, dazzling but warm.

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Yunguo woke up, still a little dazed from the nap. The river before her shimmered with the hues of the setting sun. Beside her, the phone lit up with a message from
Gran’mama: “What did you eat today?”

Almost without thinking, Yunguo typed “Nothing yet,” but her finger hovered over the send button. After a moment, she deleted it and started over: “Gonna make some congee with apples tonight. Should be yummy.”

Yunguo pulled up a number from her contacts. Gran’mama had once said it belonged to a proper grown-up who’d traveled the universe all alone. “If you ever get stuck, you go ask him.”
“H-Hello… I’m Yunguo, from Zhuxi Mountain. We met when I was little… I’ve… um… I’ve been living by myself for half a year now, and I’ve kinda run out of money…”

She practiced saying it aloud, but the more she thought about it, the more it felt wrong, like she was calling just to be a trouble. “... This is my first time leavin’ Gran’mama… I came out of my own to learn how to grow things… She asked me to visit you first, and maybe get some lickle advice about livin’ on my own.”

After practicing over and over until she was sure she could say it smoothly, Yunguo took a deep breath and dialed the number. To her surprise, it was answered after just one ring.

“H-Hello! Mr. Mobai…”
“Huh? I’m not Mobai. This is Esa…”

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“S-Sorry!!!”

Yunguo hung up in a panic, her face turning bright red despite being alone on the unfamiliar Islet.
A moment later, her phone rang again. The caller ID showed “Mr. Mobai”
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Medowlyn/Story

2025-11-15T23:34:09Z

Kat:

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|s1_title = Before the Ball, Every Strand in Place
|s1_reward = 100
|s1_text = It was the day before Medowlyn's coming-of-age ceremony. 
When the matrons pushed open the door, they found her diligently making the final preparations for the Coiffure Ball. 
As the tradition demanded, her hair was styled to perfection. Not a strand out of place. Not one too many, nor one too few.

The Coiffure Ball was the traditional coming-of-age ceremony of her kind, known for its demanding standards of perfection. From a young age, children were taught to care for their hair with the utmost attention. The strict grooming rituals demanded they sit tall, move gracefully, and maintain perfect composure at all times. 
The strands used to craft commemorative hairwork were, as the old song went, smooth as silk and near divine in quality:

''No trace of impurity,'' 
''No sign of breakage,'' 
''No hint of frizz,'' 
''No weight of sorrow.'' 
''As smooth as satin,'' 
''As gentle as song.'' 
''Thus it grows.'' 
''Thus it is flawless.''

And Medowlyn was the finest among them — or rather, she was about to become the finest of all.

The hair matrons helped Medowlyn curl the last of her strands.

Watching her sit so still and focused, one of the matrons closed the door softly behind her and sighed. 
The poor child hadn't slept in two whole days, all for the sake of the ball.

Medowlyn didn't even notice the matrons' departure. She was too caught up in her frustration — the moment the hair passed through the bead string, it lost its shape, refusing to form the rounded, flower-shaped curve she needed.

She didn't notice, either, when a soft gurgling sound began to fill the room, as if something was quietly rolling somewhere nearby.

|s2_title = Mischievous Yarn Balls!
|s2_reward = 200
|s2_text = At first, it was just a round, fuzzy little thing that rolled past her in a blur. 
Medowlyn paid it no mind. She figured it was just something her tired eyes had made up after staying away too long. 
But then came another. And another. More yarn balls skittered in by the second!

Before she could react, they had taken over the entire room. They crowded into every corner, gurgling as they bumped and bundled together, leaving a trail of chaos behind them! 
Medowlyn stood frozen. She realized she couldn't find a single word to describe what she was seeing.

The yarn balls, like mischievous sprites, rolled about as they snatched up the delicate hair accessories in the room, giving each other makeshift hats and mustaches... 
Soon, they had turned into wobbly little creatures, decked out in hairpins and proud handlebar mustaches, doing their best to look like grown-ups! 
Everything was a mess!

Everything was a mess. Medowlyn tried to catch the unruly yarn balls, but they didn't give her the slightest chance. 
One after another, the flung the window open and tumbled out, bouncing away in a chaotic stream. 
They even took her entire set of fancy combs, scissors, and curling iron with them as they vanished from sight.

Medowlyn rushed to the window and looked outside. Below was a sea of clouds, soft as a bed of cotton. 
Without a second thought, she leapt after them.

She had no idea how much time had passed. It felt like floating on clouds... Like a single feather drifting inside a downy pillow. 
At last, she landed on something soft — a cushion of floofy grass.

|s3_title = A Garden of Wobbly Plushies
|s3_reward = 300
|s3_text = "Where did such a big little kid come from?" Voices chirped from somewhere in the garden.
Medowlyn opened her eyes. Towering above her were flowers, each one taller than she was.

The flowers here... could talk?
She stood up and brushed the dirt from her dress. Thankfully, her bun was still intact.

As her eyes wandered, she realized it wasn't just the flowers. Everything in the garden seemed to be watching her: a tiny clay pot, a single blade of grass, a little trowel, a clump of mud, even a patch of soil!
They all stared with wide, curious eyes and wore expressions that were friendly, if a little odd.
They were earthy, plain, a little messy, and yet somehow, they felt strangely familiar.

She shrieked and ran off down the path.

The garden seemed to stretch on forever. Somewhere in the distance, a school bell rang.

Medowlyn dashed toward the only classroom in sight. The windowsill was far too tall for her, but she gathered her strength and leapt up onto it.

Through the window, she was the little children sitting up straight, completely absorbed in their crafts lesson.
And there, standing among their delicate and flawless creations, was a little girl covered head to toe in dirt.

"Homework's done!" The little girl giggled, as if trying of shake off all the dirt clinging to her with nothing but laughter.
In her hands was a lopsided, goofy-looking flowerpot... or maybe a plushie? Its face twisted into something between a grin and a sob, just like the strange ones Medowlyn had seen earlier in the garden.

The other children burst into laughter, pointing at the dirt smudged all over her hair.
The girl looked a little embarrassed. She mumbled, as if to explain, "Miss, I just thought the flower I passed earlier... kinda looked like it was smiling!"

"Flowers don't smile," the teacher said with a frown. "That shape doesn't follow the standard pattern or proportions."
"It's okay, Miss!" The girl pulled the same silly face as her flowerpot. "Actually... it doesn't have to be perfect!"
"What I really made was—"
'''"Art that turns happy moments into something that lasts forever!"'''

Outside the window, Medowlyn finished the sentence with her in perfect unison!

So that was it. The little girl and the garden were pieces of who she used to be.
So that was it. It didn't have to be perfect, as long as the memory was happy.

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Medowlyn/Story

2025-11-15T22:42:56Z

Kat:

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==Stories==
===Before the Ball, Every Strand in Place===
It was the day before Medowlyn's coming-of-age ceremony. 
When the matrons pushed open the door, they found her diligently making the final preparations for the Coiffure Ball. 
As the tradition demanded, her hair was styled to perfection. Not a strand out of place. Not one too many, nor one too few.

The Coiffure Ball was the traditional coming-of-age ceremony of her kind, known for its demanding standards of perfection. From a young age, children were taught to care for their hair with the utmost attention. The strict grooming rituals demanded they sit tall, move gracefully, and maintain perfect composure at all times. 
The strands used to craft commemorative hairwork were, as the old song went, smooth as silk and near divine in quality:

''No trace of impurity,'' 
''No sign of breakage,'' 
''No hint of frizz,'' 
''No weight of sorrow.'' 
''As smooth as satin,'' 
''As gentle as song.'' 
''Thus it grows.'' 
''Thus it is flawless.''

And Medowlyn was the finest among them — or rather, she was about to become the finest of all.

The hair matrons helped Medowlyn curl the last of her strands.

Watching her sit so still and focused, one of the matrons closed the door softly behind her and sighed. 
The poor child hadn't slept in two whole days, all for the sake of the ball.

Medowlyn didn't even notice the matrons' departure. She was too caught up in her frustration — the moment the hair passed through the bead string, it lost its shape, refusing to form the rounded, flower-shaped curve she needed.

She didn't notice, either, when a soft gurgling sound began to fill the room, as if something was quietly rolling somewhere nearby.

;Reward {{Item|Dough|x=100}}.

===Mischievous Yarn Balls!===
At first, it was just a round, fuzzy little thing that rolled past her in a blur. 
Medowlyn paid it no mind. She figured it was just something her tired eyes had made up after staying away too long. 
But then came another. And another. More yarn balls skittered in by the second!

Before she could react, they had taken over the entire room. They crowded into every corner, gurgling as they bumped and bundled together, leaving a trail of chaos behind them! 
Medowlyn stood frozen. She realized she couldn't find a single word to describe what she was seeing.

The yarn balls, like mischievous sprites, rolled about as they snatched up the delicate hair accessories in the room, giving each other makeshift hats and mustaches... 
Soon, they had turned into wobbly little creatures, decked out in hairpins and proud handlebar mustaches, doing their best to look like grown-ups! 
Everything was a mess!

Everything was a mess. Medowlyn tried to catch the unruly yarn balls, but they didn't give her the slightest chance. 
One after another, the flung the window open and tumbled out, bouncing away in a chaotic stream. 
They even took her entire set of fancy combs, scissors, and curling iron with them as they vanished from sight.

Medowlyn rushed to the window and looked outside. Below was a sea of clouds, soft as a bed of cotton. 
Without a second thought, she leapt after them.

She had no idea how much time had passed. It felt like floating on clouds... Like a single feather drifting inside a downy pillow. 
At last, she landed on something soft — a cushion of floofy grass.

;Reward {{Item|Dough|x=200}}.

Striped Bumblebee Shrimp

2025-11-15T22:31:09Z

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{{Creature Infobox
|name = Striped Bumblebee Shrimp
|number = 018
|image = Striped Bumblebee Shrimp Icon.png
|category = Shore-Dweller
|quality = Purple
|description = It likes to ride on sea cucumbers, though no one knows why.
|min_size = 31.00
|max_size = 38.00
|habitat = Ground
|distribution = All Regions
|time = Daytime
|price1 = 38 Dough
|price2 = ??? Dough
|price3 = 49 Dough
}}
{{Quote|What a catch! My first {{Color|catch|striped bumblebee shrimp}}! It doesn't collect nectar. The striped bumblebee shrimp has bright yellow and black stripes just like a honey bee, but unlike its namesake, it prefers not to ,wander among equally flashy coral.}}
'''Striped Bumblebee Shrimp''' is a [[Shore-Dweller]] [[Creature]] in ''[[Petit Planet]].''

It can be found in the Omni-Gallery in the Shore-Dweller section.

==Omnipedia==
The striped bumblebee shrimp have yellow and black stripes that are very conspicuous in the ocean, just like the bees on land. 
If we follow the conventional train of thought, naturally, the bumblebee shrimp should also behave accordingly - weaving through beautiful coral and feeding on debris, just like the bees collect nectar among flowers. 
However, in reality, they much prefer forming a symbiotic relationship with inconspicuous echinoderms like sea urchins and sea cucumbers. 
Such a habit seems to render its evolved bee-like colors useless, but life's purpose is rarely so easily defined.
==Other Languages==
{{Other Languages
|en = Striped Bumblebee Shrimp
|zhs =
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==Change History==
{{Change History|introduced=Coziness Test}}

==Navigation==
{{Creature Navbox|Shore-Dwellers}}

Golden Wonder Killifish

2025-11-15T22:29:33Z

Kat:

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{{Creature Infobox
|name = Golden Wonder Killifish
|number = 021
|image = Golden Wonder Killifish Icon.png
|category = Fish
|type = Freshwater Fish
|quality = Purple
|description = Glitters wonderfully like real gold, but not worth quite as much.
|min_size = 20.00
|max_size = 25.00
|habitat = Lowland Lake
|distribution = Exclusive to Islets
|time = All Day
|price1 = 38 Dough
|price2 = ??? Dough
|price3 = 49 Dough
}}
{{Quote|What a catch! My first golden wonder killifish! It's wonderfully golden. The golden wonder killifish has a disproportionately large mouth.}}
'''Golden Wonder Killifish''' is a [[Fish]] [[Creature]] in ''[[Petit Planet]].''

It can be found in the Omni-Gallery in the Warm-Water Fish tank.
==Omnipedia==
The golden wonder killifish isn't particularly large, but it has a disproportionately wider mouth compared to other small fish, allowing it to easily "inhale" smaller fish in one go.
==Other Languages==
{{Other Languages
|en = Golden Wonder Killifish
|zhs =
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==Change History==
{{Change History|introduced=Coziness Test}}

==Navigation==
{{Creature Navbox|Fish}}

Sunny Bream

2025-11-15T22:28:11Z

Kat:

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{{Creature Infobox
|name = Sunny Bream
|number = 011
|image = Sunny Bream Icon.png
|category = Fish
|type = Freshwater Fish
|quality = Purple
|description = It probably doesn't want to be just the right size to fit in a frying pan.
|min_size = 34.00
|max_size = 51.00
|habitat = River
|distribution = All Regions
|time = All Day
|price1 = 34 Dough
|price2 = 37 Dough
|price3 = 44 Dough
}}
'''Sunny Bream''' is a [[Fish]] [[Creature]] in ''[[Petit Planet]].''

It can be found in the Omni-Gallery in the Cool-Water Fish tank.
==Omnipedia==
The sunny bream is a famous panfish because it fits perfectly inside a frying pan with no chopping required. Combined with their eagerness to bite, they are also a favorite among novice anglers.
However, it's worth noting that sunny bream existed long before the invention of frying pans, so no, it's definitely not "born for the pan."

==Other Languages==
{{Other Languages
|en = Sunny Bream
|zhs =
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==Change History==
{{Change History|introduced=Coziness Test}}

==Navigation==
{{Creature Navbox|Fish}}

Rose Danio

2025-11-15T22:27:58Z

Kat:

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{{Creature Infobox
|name = Rose Danio
|number = 010
|image = Rose Danio Icon.png
|category = Fish
|type = Freshwater Fish
|quality = Purple
|description = It's very picky about where it lives and absolutely refuses to shimmer for anything less than satisfactory.
|min_size = 20.00
|max_size = 25.00
|habitat = Lowland Lake
|distribution = Hexia
|time = All Day
|price1 = 33 Dough
|price2 = ??? Dough
|price3 = 43 Dough
}}
'''Rose Danio''' is a [[Fish]] [[Creature]] in ''[[Petit Planet]].''

It can be found in the Omni-Gallery in the Warm-Water Fish tank.
==Omnipedia==
The rose danio's brilliant coloration is only on full display under very specific conditions. Otherwise, it looks just like an ordinary and unremarkable rice paddy fish. 
For the longest time, this extraordinary little fish went unnoticed, but as the saying goes, "gold will always shine." Once discovered by "talent scouts," the rose danio's value naturally skyrocketed.
==Other Languages==
{{Other Languages
|en = Rose Danio
|zhs =
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==Change History==
{{Change History|introduced=Coziness Test}}

==Navigation==
{{Creature Navbox|Fish}}

Red-Line Torpedo Barb

2025-11-15T22:26:58Z

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{{Creature Infobox
|name = Red-Line Torpedo Barb
|number = 007
|image = Red-Line Torpedo Barb Icon.png
|category = Fish
|type = Freshwater Fish
|quality = Purple
|description = Watch out! It loves delivering heavy punches to smaller fish.
|min_size = 20.00
|max_size = 25.00
|habitat = Lowland Lake
|distribution = Hexia
|time = All Day
|price1 = 40 Dough
|price2 = ??? Dough
|price3 = 52 Dough
}}
'''Red-Line Torpedo Barb''' is a [[Fish]] [[Creature]] in ''[[Petit Planet]].''

It is located in the Omni-Gallery in the Warm-Water Fish tank.

==Omnipedia==
The red-line torpedo barb is often perceived as gentle and timid, similar to small tetras.
In reality, it belongs to the Cyprinidae family and can grow to over 10 cm in length.
The "all-grown-up" red-line torpedo barb typically sheds its timid nature and becomes an aggressive predator, actively hunting smaller fish and shrimp.

==Other Languages==
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|en = Red-Line Torpedo Barb
|zhs =
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==Change History==
{{Change History|introduced=Coziness Test}}

==Navigation==
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Orange-Blotched Pacu

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{{Upcoming}}
{{Stub}}
{{Creature Infobox
|name = Orange-Blotched Pacu
|number = 033
|image = Orange-Blotched Pacu Icon.png
|category = Fish
|type = Freshwater Fish
|quality = Gold
|description = This fish has so many blotches that it could start its own dot-com bubble.
|min_size = 130.00
|max_size = 150.00
|habitat = River
|distribution = Exclusive to Islets
|time = All Day
|price1 = 170 Dough
|price2 = 187 Dough
|price3 = 221 Dough
}}
'''Orange-Blotched Pacu''' is a [[Fish]] [[Creature]] in ''[[Petit Planet]].''

It can be found in the Omni-Gallery in the Giant Freshwater Fish tank.
==Omnipedia==
There isn't much research on the orange-blotched pacu, and its specific habits remain unclear. 
However, what we do know is that adult specimens are larger than other common pacus. In captivity, they're just as voracious as their cousins, eagerly devouring anything from small fish to cabbage.
==Other Languages==
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|en = Orange-Blotched Pacu
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==Change History==
{{Change History|introduced=Coziness Test}}

==Navigation==
{{Creature Navbox|Fish}}