WarriorLionstripe

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. 

Hey! It’s been so long. How have you been?

Gonna change up a couple character's names again for reduced repetition of trainee/apprentice names and better redistribution of final name suffixes for the trainees/apprentices.
          
          Grass-paw (Birch Federation) will be renamed to Bee-paw.
          River-paw (Birch Federation) will be renamed to Spider-paw.

I love writing Hop-kit / Hop-pad in Hidden Sight. I wonder why he isn't in Rising Storm's allegiances...

A little teaser for Hidden Sight, one of the short stories. 
          
          
          
          The sunset light flooded the Roots’ camp as the Centre Pond glimmered with shades of orange. Many cats gathered around the pond as their voices carried with anticipation. Ahead of them was a massive stone ledge called the Great Ledge, where a grey-and-white tabby molly with a noticeable scar emerged from the edge. Her commanding green gaze panned around the camp. 
          	At the very bottom were three kittens who tried in vain to sit patiently, their shifting paws betraying their excitement and nervousness. One of the kittens, a tortoiseshell tom named Hop-kit, watched his sisters look upwards as the grey-and-white molly’s eyes locked onto theirs. A dark grey molly, Finch-kit, softly nudged Hop-kit to pay attention while a black molly, Black-kit, gave him a warning glance.
          	“Today is a momentous occasion,” Echo Star’s voice boomed across the camp. “Three kittens have completed their Trainee Assessment and today are ready to be certified.”
          	Her voice softened as she continued, and the camp fell deafeningly silent. “We have lost so many young cats these past twelve moons. Storm-paw and Alder-kit were killed in battle. Brook-kit, Larch-kit, Flint-kit, Reed-kit, Silver-kit, Web-paw, Rapid-paw, and Prickle-paw were killed by disease. Raven-pad was killed by a fox. To see three fine young cats before me as they prepare to begin their warrior training, it makes me unbelievably proud and happy.”
          	As the names of the fallen weighed on the camp, Hop-kit watched as many cats shifted their paws apprehensively. Tonight was not just a ceremony; it was also a reminder of who was not here to commemorate the occasion or be the recipients of their new names. Looking towards the Caretakers’ Cavern, Hop-kit could see a fluffy brown-and-white molly tear up and sought comfort from an orange-and-white tom, as if one of the cats named was once one of their kits.

Heya, long time no talk! I do apologise for the long periods of silence. I have been hanging out with family and generally being taken from place-to-place. I do have some updates about Lakefront Sagas, however!
          
          1) There are eight short stories in the works that will be released before Rising Storm: Act I. They will be placed before Rising Storm: Prologue and are meant to be read as part of the overarching Introductory. 
          
          2) I have made some minor ground in Rising Storm: Chapter One. 889 words have been written thus far.
          
          3) I have a general but well-planned outline for many of the characters, such as Scorch-paw, Ash-paw, and Fallenhope, as well as characters that have yet to be introduced in the series. 
          
          4) I already have a very good idea of what I want to write for the Introductory, Arc One, and Arc Two. They are the first three portions of the series I want to focus on first before I plan out any other arcs.
          
          5) I will probably be renaming a couple of characters again to match their characters arcs and personalities better.
          
          That is all I have for updates. I will be sure to keep you all posted for future updates.

Here's a teaser for the rewritten version of Rising Storm: Chapter One.
          
          
          
          A grey mouse sat beneath a dead juniper bush as it chewed on a small seed. It accidentally shook a branch, causing leftover snow to shift and fall. Freezing momentarily, the stupid creature looked around, thinking something else had caused the snow to fall, but it returned to feasting. 
          	From about five fox tail-lengths away, a ginger tabby tom kept behind a cedar tree to evade detection, portions of the bark burnt from a small fire. He felt the small layer of snow shift beneath his paws as he pressed tighter against the tree. He flicked his tail-tip outward to test the direction of the air and was relieved to feel that he was downwind from the mouse. He then shifted his gaze to his right and saw a grey spotted tabby tom watching from an ash tree. To the other side of the ash tree was a white molly pressed firmly against the snow.

It has been a month since I last said anything on here. 

I am a Smudge truther. He WILL have a physical return in Warriors someday. I’m not coping; you are!