Hello once again!

The first draft of this chapter was actually finished last Wednesday, instead of Friday night, for once! :D Being prepared early for an update feels wonderful, I must say. It definitely helps me feel less guilty for constantly pressuring Leafy to beta my chapters almost immediately to get them ready in time for my Saturday updates. ^^;

I believe I forgot to send out review replies! I'm terribly sorry, I only just remembered now. I'll do better next week!

Shadow: Yeah, you're definitely right about Ravenpaw's personality. I'm not planning on letting Rowanpaw join the Avanti, unfortunately, because in all honesty he'd probably give himself away immediately. But you're right, it would be cool to see the parallels! And I'm glad you like her new nickname. :)

BrightMind: Thank you! ^^ I'm glad you enjoyed the art. Nova did mention a planned invasion, though the details definitely aren't fully formed yet. He's waiting for more information from Phantom at the moment, trying to plan the best possible moment to invade. After all, he doesn't want to waste unnecessary blood and herbs, and possibly lives. Now that Ravenpaw's joined Phantom, he'll wait for her to return, thus outlasting her usefulness as a spy, before he attacks. I'm glad you like Ravenpaw's nickname. :)

Anyhow, on to chapter numero zwanzig~

(bonus points if you know those two languages)

Saffron led Phantom and me to a larger tunnel, which, after a long, curving passage, opened into a shadowed cave. Along one edge lay a few stale nests, and lining the other side was a number of small piles of leaves, flower petals, and seeds. Over one of these mounds crouched a silver Bengal tom.

Peter? But he'd gone toward the entrance; it couldn't be him. There was no way he could've gotten in here so fast.

"Cephas, we've got some patients. This is Rae, Phantom's sister. Apparently she's been walking quite a ways. She just arrived this morning." Saffron tossed her words carelessly in the silver Bengal's direction before turning to one of the nests. "Rae, you can sit here while we treat you."

Peter must be Cephas's brother, then,I decided. Those two are definitely going to get me mixed up. Aware of Saffron's impatient stare lingering on me, I hastily limped into the nest, turning once in a circle before settling onto my hindquarters. The woven heather near the center appeared to be holding up well despite its obvious age. I wondered if it was dried before it was woven. Would it help it last longer? Probably not.

Phantom sat down close beside me, his hind leg pressing against the nest, as close to me as possible without actually joining me in the nest. I glanced in his direction, wondering if it was safe to ask a few questions yet. However, even though we were out of the main cavern, it appeared we still weren't in enough privacy to whisper freely, since he didn't meet my gaze. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on Saffron, who had moved off again. Her whiskers twitched in irritation as she inspected the cave's edges.

"Of course we don't have a single measly splint-stick," she muttered. "Now I'll have to go get a couple more out in the forest. Ugh."

"Take your time," Cephas warned, glancing up from his work. "Make sure you get good ones. I don't want those sticks snapping the moment we put the tiniest bit of pressure on them."

"Oh, come on, you don't trust me?" Saffron flicked her tail at him as she headed for the entrance.

"Of course I do, usually," Cephas shot back good-naturedly. "I just don't trust your last seven splint-sticks."

Saffron slipped out through the entrance and, after snorting softly to himself, Cephas abandoned his leaf inspection and turned toward the center of the cave. At once his eyes fell upon me and he surveyed me up and down. "Great Yaksha, what've you been doing?"

"Um," I began, wondering how to phrase my answer. But it appeared to be more of a rhetorical question, since Cephas didn't wait to hear my response before padding forward to sniff at my shoulder and tail.

"Mmm," he muttered. "Looks like I can't do much of anything until Saffron gets back with those sticks. Cutting off your current splints would do more harm than good while we wait." He glanced over his shoulder, back at his half-sorted pile of leaves. "You don't mind if I finish this up while we wait, do you? I'd prefer not to be stuck in this dark den all evening."

"Uh, yeah, go ahead."

Cephas turned back around, crouching once more over his work. This time, when I glanced at Phantom, he returned my gesture. Immediately, I raised one eyebrow. "Rae?" I hissed under my breath, making sure Cephas remained just out of earshot.

Phantom shrugged. "You've got a Clan name," he whispered back. "I didn't think of it during our meeting, but if other cats draw the connection it could raise some suspicions about your background. I figured a shortened version would work fine as your loner name."

I blinked. "You… know about the Clans?"

"Only vaguely," he admitted. "My mother used to tell me stories about four majestic Clans… She was a house cat near the forest, but her housefolk changed dens to one farther away. She ran away after that to raise my brother and me."

At first, I was startled at how quickly he'd told me his history; I would've waited at least a quarter moon or so before giving away such personal information. On second thought, though, I realized it was probably smart to tell me as much as possible. If Kahuna asked about Phantom's and my past, I'd have to answer correctly. "You have a brother?"

"Technically, yes. He died as a kit, though. I haven't mentioned him much, only referring to him vaguely as my littermate. I'm glad I did; now you can fill that role, despite being a different gender."

"Gotcha." I shot another glance at Cephas to make sure he wasn't listening. "I, uh, I almost gave myself away on the way up here," I confessed. "I forgot I'm supposed to be seven moons old, not six."

"Don't beat yourself up," Phantom meowed immediately. "It'll just wear down your confidence, which will lead to more mistakes. The trick is to find the balance between that and overconfidence, which also wouldn't be good. And I'll be training you a bit, whenever we get a moment alone, to prevent future slip-ups"

"You will?" I grinned gratefully. "That'd definitely be helpful." After a moment's pause, I remembered to add, "Um, thank—"

Pawsteps announced Saffron's return and I shut up immediately, watching as she re-entered the cave and dropped a mouthful of branches on the ground.

"Back already?" Cephas asked dryly. "What, did you just grab the first few sticks you could find? Did you even test them at all?"

"Yes!" Saffron replied indignantly. "They lasted all the way back here, didn't they? They've got to be pretty strong to withstand that!"

Cephas rolled his eyes. "Fine, if you insist," he muttered. "Just don't blame me when they snap in half the moment I touch them."

"Touch them," she snorted. "More like stomp on them. I doubt any stick would be able to withstand your weight." Saffron headed toward the herb piles, padding slowly alongside them and staring carefully at each one. She selected a few different varieties of leaves and several small, brown seeds, then deposited them beside the sticks.

"You can handle Rae from here?" she asked.

"You never like sticking around much, do you?" Abandoning his leaf inspection, Cephas turned toward the center of the cave again, giving her a sarcastic glare.

Saffron gave him a grin and departed, her tail lifted into the air. Cephas shook his head exasperatedly, but his smile lingered. "Saffron's a bit impatient," he explained, noticing my confused eyes trailing after the blue-cream tortoiseshell. "She's never quite mastered the patience of tending wounds. She tends to hurry through it and give rather mediocre treatments. Generally I only keep her around for gathering materials, but she's absolutely wonderful after a battle."

"You're Cephas?" I asked, returning my attention to him. The tom grunted his affirmation, turning back to the herbs Saffron had picked out. "So are you, like, the head medic here?"

Cephas didn't answer immediately. "Don't need those…" he muttered, brushing the seeds back into their pile, "And… I suppose, maybe those." His paw passed over the leaves. "But no vines. Has she learned nothing?" He caught a couple strands of vine from the cave's edge, adding them to the small pile of needed materials.

"I suppose you could say that," he meowed finally, glancing up at me. "But we don't really have rankings for medics. I'm certainly the most knowledgeable, and, apart from Saffron, the only one left in the Avanti. We used to have Lukan, but he turned treason." His voice fell to a growl.

My tail-tip twitched nervously at the mention of the elderly tom. What if Cephas recognized his work? What if he realized Lukan had given me my most recent splints? I hadn't thought of that. Trying to divert the subject away from the cinnamon Bengal tom, I asked, "But you do most of the medic work around here, right? I mean, you were organizing those leaves over there just now."

"Yes, I suppose I do," Cephas mused. "But that would only be because most of the medic jobs require patience, which I've already mentioned Saffron lacks."

Turning his full attention onto my injuries, he pressed one paw onto my shoulder, working his way down my leg without disturbing the vine bindings. I was surprised to note he accomplished the task without giving me any additional pain. "Sprained," he pronounced. "I'm guessing it hurts to walk?"

I nodded.

"And you still walked all that way to find Phantom, huh? You must be dedicated." Cephas shook his head in half exasperation, half admiration. "Dedicated or crazy.

"These splints do look rather professionally done, though," he observed. I tensed, then tried to force myself to relax, hoping he hadn't noticed. At least he'd already taken his paw off my foreleg. "Are you a medic yourself?"

"Me? Oh—oh, no, not me. Actually, I, uh, met a cat on my journey. She agreed to help me out."

"Mm." For a moment, my heart thumped. Would he believe my story? Was it too far-fetched?

Cephas smiled. "Good to know there's still some goodness in the world."

For a heartbeat, I sank into my relief. Then, running the medic's words back through my mind, I realized something odd. "But you're so secluded up on this mountain; why would you care if the rest of the world is good or not?"

"Well, if you haven't already figured it out, we're not that big of a tribe. We've actually come to rely on loners joining our ranks to avoid inbreeding. My mate, in fact, was also a recruit. Avalon. You'll probably meet her soon; I mean, she's a bit difficult to miss. You just look for the rambunctious kits." He smiled, pride flashing momentarily in his green eyes.

Kits? I'd never met other kits before. Maybe sometime in the next couple days I should go try to find them. Rowanpaw and I had always been the youngest; it would be interesting to meet cats smaller than myself for once.

Cephas's claws sliced unexpectedly through the vines binding my tail. I flinched, instinctively twitching my tail away, then hissed as pain flashed up my spine, clinging to the flexible joints like a spider web.

"Careful," he barked. "Don't move your tail. I believe it's broken, which means if you move it enough you could do some serious damage."

The words "serious damage" echoed inside my head and I froze immediately.

Cephas ran his paw along the length of my tail, pausing near the epicenter of the pain. "Aha," he muttered, "I was right." Then, louder: "This'll hurt a bit."

"What'll—" My words were cut off by my own gasp. It felt like Cephas had wrenched the two halves of my tail apart and was now grating them against each other. Unsheathing my claws, I dug them deep into the nest to prevent myself from lashing out—

"All right. Now don't move that. If it can get splinted just like that it should heal just fine." He reached around the nest for one of Saffron's sticks, testing it between his paws. It let out a loud crack and he tossed it aside. "Nope. Oh, and I'm sorry for the pain, by the way. It felt like it was starting to heal, but your tail was still kinked, which could have led to issues later. I had to break it again and then reset it straight. Should be fine now." He gripped the fourth stick between his jaws, then dropped it on the ground. It bounced, remaining intact. "Ah, it seems like Saffron found at least one good one, for once."

Cephas tied on the splint with the help of some mostly dried vines. I kept my claws latched onto my nest, expecting at least a couple jolts of pain. Just like with my shoulder, however, he worked efficiently and painlessly. He must be really good with his paws, I thought, awed, as I sheathed my claws.

"That should heal in just under two moons, maybe sooner. You're lucky you're young; it doesn't take as long as with an adult. Now, apart from that and your shoulder, do you have any other injuries?"

"My ribs," I nodded. "I'm not sure if they're bruised or fractured or what. They've been paining me since my… since I got hurt."

"Mhm. Lie on your back," Cephas instructed. I eased myself flat and rolled over, taking care not to bump my shoulder. The silver Bengal ran his paws lightly over my ribcage, following the path of each individual bone. "Not broken," he pronounced. Brushing back my fur, he examined my skin color. "Yeah, there's still a bit of blood there. They were just bruised, I think. It actually appears to be fairly old, so it should be gone within a couple days." He stepped back, giving me space to regain my paws.

"And my shoulder?" I prompted.

"Like I said, it's sprained," Cephas shrugged. "Usually I'd just immobilize it to keep the tendons from healing wrong, but in this case I'll leave the splint where it is for another day or two. You'll need to walk when you go to visit Kahuna and then again when we attend the celebration tomorrow evening."

"The celebration? What's that?"

Cephas blinked. "You haven't heard about the celebrations yet?" He shot a glance toward the cave's entrance, then shrugged and lowered himself into a seated position, wrapping his tail loosely around his paws. "I guess if you're still waiting on Kahuna, I could explain a bit. We have four celebrations each season cycle to mark the solstices and equinoxes—that is, the shortest and longest days and the two in between, where the days and nights are exactly equal in length. One of these days happens every season. This season, Frozen-Time, we celebrate the longest night."

He paused, ears swiveling toward the entrance, as footsteps began echoing down the tunnel. A heartbeat later, Peter entered the cave.

That one's Peter. That one's Cephas. I stared between the two toms, trying to make out their differences. It was rather difficult at first, since they appeared utterly identical, with their rosette spots and white underbellies. They even had similar strips of birch bark tied to their forelegs. Then I noticed the tendrils around their necks supported different tokens; Peter had a single moth wing, whereas Cephas sported a white stone.

"Kahuna has returned," Peter announced. "She has requested to see Rae in her den the moment her injuries have been treated."

"Rae's all done, so you can go ahead and take her now. I assume Kahuna will want to see her brother, too?" Cephas nodded at Phantom, who shifted imperceptibly closer to me.

"Of course Kahuna will want to see me, too," he meowed, a little too loudly. Such a protective brother, I thought, a bit amused.

Peter shot him a glare. "That will be for Kahuna to decide. But I suppose you can come along, at least to her den's entrance, just in case she does grant you the honor of her presence."

I felt a snort ripple through Phantom's body, though he kept it silent to avoid angering Peter further. Together, we got to our paws and followed Peter into the tunnel once again.

"Rae," Cephas called suddenly. "You should come back here after your meeting is over, okay? You'll spend the night here, instead of in the cave for regular tribe cats."

"Okay. Um, thanks for treating me."

Cephas shrugged. "No problem. It's my job. Now, I think you'd better get going; Peter doesn't like to keep Kahuna waiting."

The central cave appeared slightly more crowded than it had before Cephas had inspected my injuries. Though I wanted to stay out here and watch them a bit, maybe even talk to one or two, Peter forced me to rush toward Kahuna's den. Pausing just outside, he called, "Kahuna, the prisoner, Rae, has finished receiving her medical attention. Are you ready to see her now?"

Prisoner? I took a step forward, hotly opening my mouth to argue, but Phantom swatted his tail across my mouth. "Shh," he muttered. "Not now. Act submissive."

"Let her in, Peter. And, by any chance, did Phantom come with you two?" A voice emerged from within. Phantom smirked at Peter, who flicked his tail in irritation.

"Yes, he did."

"Good. Send them both in."

Peter jerked his head toward the tunnel then ducked through the entrance, with Phantom and me close behind.

Kahuna's cave was smaller and more illuminated than the medics'. In a back corner nestled her bed of woven heather and moss—much more comfortable-looking than my somewhat dry, scratchy one. Kahuna sat near the center, shoulders back and chin forward, the precise image of strong leadership. A vine coiled around her chest. She looked much like Nova except with a shorter tail and a slightly different build, I noted; it was easy to see their sibling relationship.

The guru didn't speak for a long moment, but merely looked me over expressionlessly. I shifted my hind paws nervously, eyes dancing from around her chin to the ground, then darting back again. Though I desperately wondered what was traversing her mind, my uneasiness at making eye contact remained present at the forefront of my mind.

Finally, after a long silence, Peter cleared his throat. All eyes flashed in his direction. "This prisoner was found on the westward mountainside. She claims to—"

"Yes," Kahuna interrupted, her voice rather terse, "I know Rae's story." She paused, glancing back at me, then at Phantom. "Leave us."

I blinked, looking from Phantom to Peter. She'd just been talking to the latter, but her eyes remained fixed on the former. Who had she just addressed?

It seemed both toms were equally confused. Phantom's expression grew perplexed, evidently remembering her earlier order to accompany me into the cave.

Peter took a step forward, jaws parted a kittenstep. "Uh, Kahuna?" he began.

She flicked her tail at the entrance. "You heard me, Peter. I wish to speak to these two alone."

Phantom relaxed. Peter, on the other paw, looked a little affronted. Watching him, I saw a struggle pass momentarily across his features. But if he protested, he'd be disobeying not one, but two direct orders from the guru. After several heartbeats, he clenched his teeth together and gave a brief nod. "Very well."

Kahuna waited several moments after he'd padded out of sight before speaking again. "Peter was wrong about one thing," she meowed, focusing on me. Again, I found it oddly difficult to meet her gaze. "You're not a prisoner. At least, not right now."

Her next question was directed at Phantom. "This is your sister?"

He nodded. "Rae and I spent our first few moons together on the streets of a city about a half moon's travel away. I grew sick of the continual bloodshed and came here, but Rae decided to stay behind."

Despite the serious atmosphere, I fought to suppress a smirk. "Continual bloodshed" sounded exactly like how my old city had been. Apparently, rogues were the same everywhere.

"Why didn't you go with your brother?" Kahuna cut off Phantom, swiveling her eyes onto me instead. The urge to smirk shriveled instantaneously.

Remembering my earlier (almost) mistake, I suppressed a gulp. Remember what Phantom said. Put it behind you. You've got this. I lifted my chin a fraction.

"It was my home. I… I just couldn't leave that behind." A thought suddenly popped into my head; Phantom had mentioned his mother, but nothing concerning his father. What if…? "I wanted to try and find our father."

Kahuna nodded slowly. Nice job, I congratulated myself, doing my best to keep my chest from swelling. You're getting good at this.

I've just got to make sure I don't getoverconfident.

"Why did you leave, then? Why now? Why not a couple moons ago?"

Stay cool. Stay calm. "I hurt myself falling off a Human den. One of my city allies splinted the worst of it, but she didn't have the skills to properly heal me. If, for instance, my tail healed wrong and threw off my balance permanently, I wouldn't have been able to survive long on the streets. I figured I should try finding Phantom again, since it was possible he'd found those Clans our mother always talked about. They might have someone there good at healing." As a final touch, I added, "It seems he found them. Er, which Clan is this?"

"Clan?" Kahuna's eyes flicked back to Phantom. "What does she mean?"

"Our mother told us stories of groups of cats living in Clans," the dark gray tabby explained hurriedly. "Ah, this isn't a Clan, Rae. It's a tribe."

"A what?" I drew my eyebrows together.

"We are called the Avanti Tribe," Kahuna meowed, staring hard at me. I did my best to keep my expression one of curious confusion; anything else would alert her to my lies at once. However, Kahuna didn't continue.

"I can teach her about the tribe customs and history and all," Phantom offered. "That is, if you don't want to."

"It would take quite a while for me to explain everything," Kahuna conceded. "That would probably be best. Thank you, Phantom.

"Now, Rae, we're almost done. I just have one last question for you, and then you can go get some rest. Do you know anyone by the name of Nova?"

I shook my head. "Never heard of them."

Kahuna didn't reply for several heartbeats, during which I focused entirely on keeping my body utterly still. If she saw me twitch or fidget or anything…

She dipped her head. "Very well. Welcome to the Avanti Tribe, Rae. I hope you will find your time here most enjoyable."

I mimicked her gesture. "Thank you. I, uh, hope the same."

"You may go."

Kahuna turned away, staring at the cave wall. Phantom immediately rose to his paws, nudging me in the side to get me to do the same. Together, we padded out of the guru's cave and into the light of the main cavern.

"Shhh."

"Hmm?" I muttered sleepily.

"Hush! Wake up. Now."

I blinked in the blinding semi-darkness, trying to adjust my eyes to the lack of light. However, I quickly realized the effort was futile; in the darkness behind my shut eyelids, my pupils had already expanded as wide as possible. Instead, I tried squinting up at the barely visible shape looming above. It didn't work too well, either. Sky powers, this cave is dark!

"Phantom?"

"Yes. You awake?"

"What…? What's going on?"

"It's time for training."

"Training?"

Phantom released a soft sigh. I imagined him rolling his eyes, just like I'd have done. I blinked again, feeling myself beginning to shake off the ensnaring vines of sleep.

"Spy training?" he prompted. "Obviously?"

"Oh." Spy training? It made sense, I supposed, after my mediocre performance yesterday.

A sudden thought struck me: "What about Cephas? Won't he hear…?" A memory pieced itself together before my mind's eye: Cephas wishing me an uninterrupted slumber before exiting the cave. "He went to join his mate and kits, didn't he?"

"I see you're waking up. Took you long enough, I suppose. We'll have to work on that in the future, once your leg starts to heal. A full moon before you can move it, correct?"

"Yep," I sighed.

Phantom grimaced. "One whole moon of lost muscle mass. But I suppose it can't be helped." His tone grew slightly brisker as he switched subjects. "Your first lesson will be in pretending to sleep."

My heart sank. I tried to console myself that it was only my first lesson and it was a valuable skill and all, but I had been hoping to learn something a little more along the lines of… moving undetected around the territory or something. Something cool.

"It's probably one of the most important lessons I'll give you," Phantom added, correctly interpreting my silence. "Using this, you'll be able to listen in on conversations and steal Avanti secrets, which is your primary task while you heal. While I go around the territory, talking to my tribemates and trying to see which ones would be willing to support the Rebellion, you'll be back here listening in on Kahuna's private conversations. In fact, I've seen her meet with several of the tribe's most experienced cats in this very den."

"Oh?"

"Surely you noticed how long the tunnel to this den is. The roof is pretty jagged, too, so it disrupts the echoes. It was chosen for the medics' den because it gives healing cats some peace and quiet, but it's also the perfect spot for a secret conversation."

Which was probably why he wasn't bothering to keep his voice quieter than a whisper now. Despite myself, I saw the sense in this lesson.

Next time, I consoled myself. Next time I'll ask for a cooler lesson. If I go along with this one, Phantom could be more willing to give in to my pleading tomorrow night.

"Okay. So how do I do it?"

"First off, you need to prevent yourself from actually falling asleep while pretending. Leave a sharp pebble deep in your nest, invisible to the casual eye but uncomfortable enough to keep you awake when lying on it."

"But how would I fall asleep at night, when I actually need to rest?" I asked uncertainly. I didn't much like the idea of forcing myself to stay awake for a moon straight.

Phantom snorted. "You'd just curl around it, obviously. If you place the rock near the center of your nest, you'd be able to either lie directly on top of it or shift more toward the outside, where it wouldn't bother you as much."

I probably should have thought of that. "Okay. So how else would I pretend-sleep?"

"Don't try to stay perfectly still. It's completely unnatural and would cause you to either twitch weirdly or faint from not getting enough air. Focus on deep, even breaths and imagine your paws are heavy stones. If you need to twitch an ear or a paw or something, that's fine; cats twitch all the time when dreaming. Just don't do it too often, or it'll draw attention onto you. The point of pretending to be asleep is that no one looks at you too closely."

He paused and I gave him a quick nod, showing I understood.

"Finally, and this will seem a bit unnecessary, but be sure to keep your eyes shut. You do not need to risk the entire operation just to see what a cat looks like. Use your ears to figure out voices. In the next couple of days, pay attention to different cats' voices. Listen for names in the overheard conversation, and who responds to them. Don't get too caught up if you can't tell an identity, but make sure you listen to what they're saying, since it could be valuable information.

"You could practice tomorrow, probably, when Cephas comes to check on you. Remember, keep your eyes shut, your breathing even, and your ears open. Got it?"

"Got it." I paused, waiting to see if Phantom would continue, then added, "That it?"

"Yep, for tonight. Get some sleep now, so you can heal a little faster and get back to the base. Remember, make sure you practice tomorrow. I'll come and check on you in the morning, and I'll bring a good rock for your nest, too."

In the faint light reflecting through the medics' tunnel, I watched the outline of his ears turn toward the cavern. I held my breath, listening for the sound of his pawsteps, but heard absolutely nothing as he padded away. Sky powers, is he a good spy! I supposed it was why he hadn't been caught yet. Perhaps in a moon or two, once I was finished healing, I'd learn how to be a proper spy like him. Maybe I could even stay here with him as his partner. That'd be cool.

But he was right; I should probably get some rest. The corners of my eyes were starting to itch and if I stayed up much later, I'd have a hard time keeping myself from actually drifting off tomorrow. If I could prove to Phantom how easily I could master this basic trick, he might be more likely to teach me the advanced stuff.

So, with that thought in mind, I tucked my muzzle back under my paw and shut my eyes, waiting for the undulations of sleep to sweep me away again.

Ah, a lazy ending. xD Apologies.

(puts on announcer voice) Next time on Take Flight... our heroine will attend the fabled Frozen-Time celebration. (cuts off voice) And probably some other stuff will happen. Haven't quite figured it all out yet, but it'll come to me as I write. I'm hoping we'll also get to see Avalon and her kits at some point.

The week before last, I started going to this weekly writer's meeting. Basically, we do writing prompts and stuff all throughout the fall and then get to some more serious stuff in the winter and spring. The first meeting's topic was the importance of journalling.

QOTD1: Do you keep a journal? If so, how often do you write in it? Do you write a summary of your day or do more of a stream-of-thought type freewrite?

AOTD1: Yep, I've been journalling for years, actually. I'm very fond of my journals from when I was really small, since they're super adorable and I can give my old self little mental hugs. It's really cool. :) It's why I keep journalling, because I know in a couple years I'll look back and have all the feels in my feeling organ. Usually I do more of a life summary type thing whenever something important happens or when I'm having a particularly bad day. I'm hoping to start getting into more of a freewriting type thing, though, since my freewrites sound mostly like my journal entries already.

QOTD2: As of the Thursday before last, fall/autumn has officially begun. What are you looking forward to most about fall? Least?

AOTD2: I'll most enjoy the cooler weather. I utterly hate sweating all through summer. - I'm least looking forward to the allergies I might or might not suffer from.