If you've gotten this far, I want to take a moment to thank you for sticking with me this far and reading the whole thing. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. Writing this fanfiction was a journey for me, especially since I was only really reintroduced into writing for fun less than half a year ago, and this is the first real book I've written.
First off, a huge thank-you to @Chickbirdlady11 (go follow her!) for showing me around Wattpad and helping me to figure out the site. Thanks for all your feedback on titling this. I needed it. I am desperately bad at naming things.
Thank you to my friends and sister in real life for enduring my passionate rants about why Cato and Clove are awesome, my endless stream of Hunger Games references and randomness. Thanks for all those laughs when we mudskippered random things, even though your (looking at two of you in particular, although you're probably not going to see this) suggestion of a giant mudskipper as a Gamemaker attack was truly not at all terrifying. Neither are fluffy mudskippers, by the way. Thanks for reading my first drafts, and thank you for your feedback on this and supporting me on the way. A special thank-you to my younger sister, who offered to proofread the entire thing when I was losing my mind over rereading it. Maybe I was reluctant to share it with you at first, but I'm glad I did in the end. You proved to be an excellent editor, and your suggestions made this so much better, even if I might have found them annoying at times. I'm sorry for all the bad title suggestions.
And last, but definitely not least, thank you for caring enough about my work to get to this point. You all are awesome.
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The Sound of Falling Snow | A Hunger Games Fanfiction
Fanfiction[Rated mature due to violence, death, and blood.] This is a "what if" take on the ending of Mockingjay, written as a fanfiction, if something else had happened at the end. Please note that this is in no way officially connected to the original trilo...
