@WarriorLionstripe
It has been a month since I last said anything on here.
@WarriorLionstripe woohoo congrats on finishing your 2nd year!!! as for me, I've just been busy working :p but hey I do like money
@wishingly I have been doing all right! Just been hanging out with family a bunch now that I am done with my second year of university. What about yourself?
I am a Smudge truther. He WILL have a physical return in Warriors someday. I’m not coping; you are!
I’m gonna redo chapter one. It reads more like something you would see in chapter five or something.
The main characters of Rising Storm make me feel so fucking sad. They have been through so much even before the start of the story, and they are about to face so much worse over the course of the book. ;-;
I am on a fucking roll. I have reached 3,263 words for chapter one, and it is now completed. FUCK it feels great to be writing again. I will begin work on chapter two after I get off work (granted, after I am done with schoolwork as well).
@WarriorLionstripe trueeee and I love that even when I do have free time, I'm often so exhausted that I can't do more than sleep yayayyyyy
@wishingly University + job are fun responsibilities. Def wouldn’t prefer to work on my stories over them. ^^ /j
Chapter One of Rising Storm is now currently at 2,453 words.
I have finally published the prologue for Rising Storm! ^^
@WarriorLionstripe awesome!!! and prologues are supposed to be short anyway so don't sweat it :P
It did take two years and a half for something that is only a little under 800 words, but -- in all fairness -- I did have a completely different vision that was being constantly rewritten, lol.
The first draft for the prologue is finally complete. I’m actually liking the trajectory so far, so I will be consulting some others for second opinions to see what could be done better.
Here is a sneak peek for the updated prologue.
The air was unsettling still in a birch forest as night descended. The leaves high up on the birch tree canopies did not dare sway, as if something would lunge at even the slightest motion. A patrol of five felines quietly broke through the dense undergrowth below.
They trotted cautiously, their ears pricked up as they gently carried a sixth one on their backs. Finally, they stopped before a glade and set the injured cat on the ground. One of the cats, a large brown-and-white tabby, slightly faced his compatriots.
“How’s he doing,” he whispered while eyeing the injured tortoiseshell tom. “Has his bleeding slowed?”
A larger golden tabby examined the tortoiseshell’s stomach, his paw pressing gently. It felt like an eternity had passed before the larger cat answered.
“He’s still bleeding too rapidly,” the golden tom hesitantly replied, much to the brown-and-white cat’s worry as he continued. “His breathing is going too fast as well. If the bleeding doesn’t kill him, an asthma attack will.”
I’m gonna rewrite the prologue for Rising Storm again. The current focus I have for it is a lot more exposition and pointless backstory than anything to do with building the stage for Act I.
The original idea was to place the setting in the Territory of the Swirling Stars, but that would be like introducing StarClan in the prologue of Into the Wild. I’m going to see about placing the setting at the Lakefront instead. That should better help with building intrigue and suspense.