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Chapter Thirty-Four is out ^^ you don't have to read Leafnose Part One first, but narratively i think it's best read after the last chapter.
          
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             *It must be fun being able to spend time with kits so often,* Daisyfrost thought, a little regretful that she didn't have an excuse to be around them too. *Everything is always more fun and hopeful when there are kits around, and any trouble they give is always worth it to see them grow and learn, and to see them smile and enjoy life.*
          
             *I envy them sometimes, so innocent and worry-free.* She thought back to recent events, filled with blood and death and the devastating loss of kin, then to less recent, ever present events of the past; Creamnose suffering in silence, Birchwhisker's tired eyes despite his cheery demeanor, Smalltalon's carefully plastered smile as self-doubt hurricaned through his mind, the subconscious feeling of loved siblings who Daisyfrost would never meet, but had always been spoken of with the deepest sorrow and love.
          
             She caught herself frowning as she remembered.
          
             Then the sight of Stormkit and Maplekit playing by the medicine den reminded her of the present.
          
             RiverClan was still by the lake, but seemingly dormant in their influence, and Birchwhisker was still gone, but the edge of losing him had begun to soften.
          
             Creamnose was still troubled, but trying to heal, Smalltalon still hid away, but opened up more and more with each passing moon, and Daisyfrost still felt a gap in reality where Snowpaw, Larkkit, and Bluebellkit were missing. But it hadn't felt like they were following her just out of sight for moons now, encouraging her to survive  — not now that she was a warrior, and could keep herself safe.
          
             *Kits make everything a little brighter, they reassure us how strong and long-standing the Clan is and how it will persist long after its current members are gone.*
          

Explaining myself because I'm paranoid :D *thumbs up* 
          
          In Clan culture, when a cat becomes a warrior, they're immediately considered an adult. They don't know any better than that, warriorhood is the only signification of adulthood they know. Also, in human years, Leafnose is still technically a teenager.

Part One of Leafnose's Short Story is out! I had to break it up into two parts because I needed more space to include things then I thought and it was getting too long lol
          
          If you're an active reader, please DO NOT read this story until after you've read Chapter Thirty-Three because there are MAJOR spoilers!!!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/385349101?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=FrostedSketches

Every time I think I'm just going to be normal and listen to Micheal in the Bathroom only one time and then move on through my playlist...
          
          The universe thereby decrees that "NOPE. You will now be clinically OBSESSED with this song for another two weeks straight, and then the cycle... shall repeat once again."
          
          UGHHHHHHHHHHHH, SOMEONE CURE ME-

Oh my heck I think I finally understand what semicolons do :0

8 left. . .

Crap! I meant Chapter Thirty-Three XDD

OMG I DID IT! I got it done before the month was over Xd Chapter Thirty-Two out NOW! But look out for the next short story coming out next!!!
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             It was a tense walk through the thorn tunnel, Leafnose quickly slipping along its stripey shadows and Nightfeather slowed to a hesitant shuffle through tough, dried out grass.
          
             *How is this possible? After everything. . . when would she even-* His troubled thoughts were cut short as he appeared out the tunnel's other end, and saw that Leafnose was veering the fern-shaded side of the barrier, her movements slowing.
          
             He turned also, and saw she had stopped beside an oak tree, her body stiff as she stared ahead, her face out of his sight.
          
             Nightfeather forced down a wave of anger and confusion, fighting to meet this situation with an open mind and understanding presence.
          
             ". . .How long ago did you. . . ," he began, then stopped, realizing he didn't know what to ask or how to ask it.
          
             Leafnose sat against a tree root, and the glint of one blue eye could be seen just past the wispy fur of her cheek. Her voice was soft and measured, and not like her usual tone at all. . .

Welp, the wisdom tooth didn't come in, but it's finally stopped hurting now, so idk what's up