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The development of Rising Storm: Act I will be delayed once more as I have made the decision to make a major change to the plot. Rising Storm followed closely with the old plot in The Soothing Storm, and I have come to the understanding that the old plot will only hurt the narrative and hold it back from properly exploring the themes that are integral to the story. So I will be making shifts where necessary. This requires going back to the beginning of my plans and revising. The good news is that I am currently working on Chapter One, so I do not need to worry about many finished chapters being undone. 

Seeing Wattpad go to shit is pretty sad because nowhere else is that good either. AO3 and Quotev have their own issues too, and some of the other sizeable apps/websites don’t have very many features to be worth using.

It has been a while since I have done anything related to Warriors Rewritten, so here is a sneak-peek of the prologue for Chronicle of Fire: The Forest of Secrets!
          
          In the shadows of a jasmine bush, a short tortoiseshell tomcat crept along the forest floor, eyeing a riverbed intently. The tom turned his head to look behind himself, and he could see three other cats following closely behind. The underlying feeling of dread weighed heavily on him, and the tom wondered if the reports were true. Surely RiverClan wouldn’t try to retake Sunningrocks after they agreed that it was ours?
          	Too much blood had been spilt over the rocks. They had to have known that restarting the Sunningrocks War would be catastrophic. Redtail dug his claws deep inside the soil as he watched the RiverClan patrol.
          	But, surely enough, the silhouettes of three felines came into view as they neared the river. The sounds of splashes reverberated throughout Sunningrocks as the cats swam across the river, confirming his greatest fear. The time to fight was near. The tom rippled his ginger tail, signalling to the cats behind him to walk carefully so as to not make any sound. 
          	A large brown tabby tom came to the tortoiseshell tom’s side with a determined, albeit slightly concerned gleam in his amber eyes as he whispered. “I knew Crookedstar couldn’t be trusted to honour Hailstar’s promise, Redtail.”
          	“That you did, Tigerclaw,” Redtail whispered back. “It appears we might not have a choice but to fight.”
          	Redtail watched as Tigerclaw glared at the oncoming RiverClan warriors with contempt as he whispered with undisguised hostility. “I can see that their pompous deputy – the oh-so brilliant Oakheart – is leading the charge.”

Finally published another short story for Rising Storm! Feel free to check out New Life! It might include some details that will be important later in the series! ^^

Also, here is a sneak-peek at the Rising Storm short story, New Life: 
          
          The sound of screaming echoed from a cavern. Soothing voices followed, but they did not temper the sheer pain the cat inside was feeling. An orange-and-white tabby tom paced back-and-forth, constantly flicking his green gaze towards the cavern’s entrance knowing that he was barred from walking in to soothe his mate. He felt something abruptly brush against his back, and he turned around to see a russet brown-and-white tom sitting down next to him.

Did some more revising on the new Rising Storm synopsis. What do you all think? 
          
          For over one hundred moons, a war has plagued the Lakefront. Two factions have been fighting over the Forbidden Territories, the northern lands devoted to their ancestors. While the Western Coalition fights to defend the Forbidden Territories’ integrity, the Lakeshore Alliance fights to claim them. However, a slew of mysterious occurrences leaves the Lakefront puzzled as seemingly random cats disappear or die, and the neutral Territory of the Birch Federation falls deathly silent along its borders. The future of the Lakefront falls into question, and its only hope rests in the most rag-tag of paws.

Does anyone have any Warriors fanfic recommendations? 

I am currently redoing Rising Storm's synopsis to make it sound more mysterious. What are you all's thoughts on this one?
          
          For over one hundred moons, a war has plagued the Lakefront. Two factions — the Western Coalition and the Lakeshore Alliance — have been fighting over the Forbidden Territories, a set of northern lands previously agreed to be the territory of the Lakefront’s ancestors who preside in the afterlife. While the Western Coalition, made up of the Territory of the Roots and the Territory of the Moor Cats, devote its resources to defending the Forbidden Territories’ integrity, the Lakeshore Alliance, made up of the Empire of the Rippling Lake Territory and its puppet state the Territory of Dusk Hollow, wishes to mark its claim on the Forbidden Territories. However, a slew of mysterious occurrences leaves the Lakefront puzzled as seemingly random cats disappear or die, and the neutral Territory of the Birch Federation falls deathly silent along its borders with the other Territories. The future of the Lakefront falls into question, and its only saviours appear to be two Roots trainees, a Moor Cats warrior, and a Rippling Lake hunter.

Lakefront Sagas Fact! 
          
          The concept for the Territory of the Roots (at the time RootClan) was partially inspired by the militarism and politics of the Obama-era United States and the Gorbachev-era Soviet Union. This was shown through the Roots’ autocratic, militaristic Authority, while still providing the frameworks for the permission of dissenting speech. 
          
          Empire of the Rippling Lake Territory (at the time LakeClan) was also inspired by an amalgamation of various nations. North Korea, the Fourth and Fifth Republic of South Korea, Argentina (under the military juntas), the Soviet Union, and the British Empire were some such examples. 

I remember thinking how cool it was to see users who were around for anything more than five years on Wattpad at a time when I was still brand new. Now, it feels weird that I am slowly approaching my seventh year anniversary. In a little over two months, my account will be seven years old. I have been writing and rewriting Lakefront Sagas for a little over six years. Chronicles of the Prophecies shares the same anniversary as my account. I now have 827 followers, most of whom are users who have long since left Wattpad. That number doesn’t seem big, yet I feel proud that I have come even that far, even if the number used to be bigger. 
          
          Thank you to those who stuck around for so long, even when I wasn’t the best person to be around. I’m glad I got to grow alongside you all and create at least a few good memories. Here’s to hoping for more to come, and I hope to write even more.