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by AP Psychology

She was swift as a coursing river, mysterious as the dark side of the moon, and as bold as a tsunami threatening to wash away all the pain and fears. Regardless, she would always be thought of as weak for her lean figure that radiated vulnerability. Obstacles stand in her way of proving herself to be underestimated as she journeys to find acceptance.

12. Chapter 11: Author's note and a oneshot

I have some news.

I'm coming back to writing warriors FanFiction once i am done with my article and AP exams if I don't get depressed. This story will be the first one that I will be CONTINUING despite ditching it 3 years ago.

My old readers are probably gone now, so if anyone decides to read it now, this is just an update to let you know.

Here is a short one-shot that has nothing to do with the story, but makes the announcement legal.

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Firestar sniffed. "Graystripe, what is that smell?"

Graystripe opened his mouth slightly in an attempt to jog his memory. A fresh breeze above floral notes of freedom filled the air with a strong, pale blue odor and decaying plants.

"It's RiverClan," Graystripe gasped. "They must've turned into zombies! I hope my kits are okay!"

The two toms ran ahead, the trees clearing up with their rapid pace. A glittering blue river roared.

Firestar glared at Graystripe.

"That's an ocean, you moron."