Hey, look at that! I managed to get this chapter written in only a week! :D I don't know about you, but I'm sure excited.

Happy November, everyone! I hope your last week went wonderfully!

I wanted to mention this now, since it's rather important. It seems there's a bit of an issue with getting email notifications. I've heard from a couple sources that some people aren't getting updates when stories they're following are updated. Additionally, last chapter, I didn't receive emails for a couple reviews, though they appeared fine on the Fanfiction review page. I don't think there's much we can do about it until the admins fix this bug. Just know I'll do my best to update every week from now on unless I say otherwise in a chapter. If you're not getting notified of new chapters, I'm sorry for the inconvenience! I really hope it gets fixed soon.

Also, Leafy and I did a collab drawing on Deviantart of Lumi, Felix, and Fable if you want to go check that out! ^^ My username on Deviantart is the same as on here, Snowfall16.

Now on to the chapter! It's a bit shorter today, only about half as long as last chapter, but I hope you don't mind, for those of you who prefer longer chapters. ^^ Once the plot kicks back in again (either next chapter or the chapter after, depending on how much I want to include) I'll be posting longer chapters again.

I fluffed up my fur, shivering, as I stepped out of my warm nest, automatically curling my injured forepaw under my belly to keep myself from accidentally putting weight on it. It really was freezing this morning, even more so than the last few mornings, despite how much I'd complained to Avalon.

The cold walls of the tunnel sucked all remaining heat from my fur as I stepped lightly through it, gradually increasing my speed to a bound as light began to seep into my field of vision. Only, the light looked off for some reason. It appeared a little weaker, a little colder. Maybe it's cloudy today.

I passed a slight bend and, after being temporarily blinded by sunlight, padded out of the tunnel entrance and into the central cavern. Blinking it into focus, my eyes immediately fell upon the center and my mouth fell open.

There was a mound of what looked like Avalon's fur lying there, its edges stretching almost all the way to the cavern wall in places.

What is that? I padded cautiously forward until I'd reached the edge of the strange pile, then leaned down and sniffed at it. It didn't really smell like anything, even when I accidentally snorted some up my nose. Great Yaksha, that's cold! I sneezed and reached up with my good paw to rub vigorously at my muzzle, trying to warm it again. As the white stuff touched my fur, it melted into what felt like plain water.

Out of the corner of my vision, I spotted a familiar figure lying on the opposite side of the white stuff. I slowly made my way around its edge, unable to keep my eyes off of it, yet somehow unable to touch it again.

"Good morning, Rae," Avalon purred. Then, upon catching sight of my expression, added, "What's up? You look like you've just received a prophecy from the Yaksha."

I shook my head wordlessly, unable to make a sound.

"You haven't received a prophecy, have you?" Avalon raised an eyebrow.

"No. No, not that," I assured her, sitting down beside her. "It's just…" I trailed off, still staring at the frigid mound.

"Oh, have you never seen snow before?" Avalon's eyes widened. "Well, I suppose I should've guessed that, huh? You aren't old enough to have seen last year's snowfalls." She paused, considering the pile of snow. "Well, think of it like this; it rains during the rest of the year, right? Just think of snow as Frozen-Time's version of rain."

I tried to picture the accumulated snow as a puddle of water, but somehow couldn't manage it. Reaching forward, I pawed at it a little, wondering if it felt much like water. It didn't. It just felt cold, and seemed to crunch a little under my weight. I shivered again, pulling back my paw, then eyed Avalon's thick coat jealously. "I bet you never get cold, do you? I'm freezing!"

"You're always freezing these days," Avalon snorted. "I suppose that's why we call it 'Frozen-Time.' It's the time when all the cats and water freeze. I'll have to show you all the icicles and the stream and everything at some point. You and me, we need to go for a walk once that tail of yours heals. And your shoulder. How's it feeling this morning, by the way?"

With difficulty, I tore my attention away from the snow long enough to wiggle my toes back and forth, testing my leg's flexibility. "Not bad," I admitted. "Cephas said it's healing well."

"Soon you'll be able to walk properly again, right?"

I nodded. "In about another moon or so, Cephas said I could start strengthening it again."

"By swimming, right?" Avalon pushed a paw into my side, grinning. "And here I am giving you all this sympathy for not having long fur! You can complain all you want now, but I guarantee it, when you start swimming, you'll be glad of that sleek fur. You'll be splashing around just like a fish."

I shuddered. "I, er, don't like water all that—"

"Oh, don't start telling yourself that." Avalon waved her tail airily in the air. "You're a Turkish Van, right? You'll love swimming."

"Mmm." I shrugged. "Maybe. But, I mean," I added as my gaze drifted back toward the pile of snow, "I can't even swim right now, can I? All the water'll be frozen until Newleaf. Er, I mean…" I glanced at Avalon for help. If the tribe called Leafbare Frozen-Time, I assumed they'd have some other name for Newleaf, too.

"Melting-Time?" Avalon suggested. "Yeah, that's what you'd think. But I'm afraid you'd be wrong there, too. You see that tunnel over there?" She nodded over her shoulder to an opening not far from the entrance. "It opens out a little ways down the mountain."

"Like a second entrance?" I asked swiftly, my eyes widening.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about the Rebellion attacking through there," Avalon meowed hastily. "We have a guard posted there every day and night. But it opens straight into a pool of water and, amazingly enough, it stays warm all through Frozen-Time."

My jaw fell open, just like when I'd first caught sight of the snow. "What? Really?"

She nodded. "Oh yes. It's a common place to find the older Avanti in their free time. Only," her ears twitched at the sound of pattering pawsteps, "don't mention it to the kits. They'd want to go play in it, but since they don't know how to swim yet, it's very possible that they could get hurt."

I nodded and tried to slap my own tail across my mouth to signify "My lips are sealed," but remembered it was still splinted and used my paw instead.

Out of the tunnel behind us appeared the three kits, led by Felix. As they spotted the snow, all three skidded to a halt, staring with wide eyes and mouths.

"Hullo, you three," Avalon purred. "How did your grooming lesson go?"

The kits appeared not to have heard her. They continued to gape at the snow as though it was some sort of bizarre creature with whiskers sprouting along its back and five legs. "What is that?" one of them (probably Felix) whispered to the others. I couldn't help but realize their reactions were exactly the same as mine. I should probably be acting more mature, since I'm a whole three moons older than them! Hastily, as Avalon's attention was focused on her kits, I relaxed my shoulders and refused to look at the snow anymore, as though it was a perfectly normal occurrence.

"Avalon? What's that?" Lumi called, raising her voice to be heard over the renewed sound of pawsteps from the tunnel.

"It's snow, darling," Avalon responded. "Go have a look at it, go on."

Felix didn't need any more prompting. Darting forward, he leaped onto the thinner edge of the mound, though his paws slipped out from under him as he landed and he rolled over in a rather undignified fashion. "Great Yaksha, this is cold!" He hopped immediately upright again, trying to stand on only a couple toes at a time as he shook off excess snow. He quickly overbalanced again, toppling into a deeper section and chirruping in a mixture of shock and laughter at himself.

Fable and Lumi hung back a little, unsure about diving right in like their brother. Lumi cast a concerned look in her mother's direction, but Avalon's attention was no longer fixed on her kits, but rather on her mate, who had just exited the tunnel.

"I see Felix is messing up his fur already," he grumbled, sitting beside Avalon.

"I take it the grooming lesson didn't go so well?" Avalon sighed gently.

"Lumi followed my directions wonderfully, but both Felix and Fable still need some work. Fable just doesn't understand the concept of grooming with the grain of his fur, rather than against."

Fable's ears swiveled at the sound of his name. "But doing it opposite works out the dirt better!" he complained. "Why can't I do it my way?"

"Because your fur is sticking up all over the place, dear," Avalon explained patiently. "Licking it the wrong way will make it stay that way, no matter how much you try to groom it back the other way."

Fable stuck out his chin and stared mutinously at the ground. "My way works better," he muttered, though quietly enough that it didn't carry to either of his parents.

"Hey, Fable," I meowed, recalling one of Cephas's suggestions from about a quarter moon ago, "what if you used your paws instead of your tongue?"

"Hmm?" Fable glanced up at me, tilting his head to one side.

"What if you brushed your fur up the wrong way with your paws to get the dirt out? Then it wouldn't stick that way so much and your parents wouldn't get mad."

Fable's forehead creased as he thought through my suggestion. "I… I guess that might work." A small smile took root on his face. "Thanks. I'll try that next time." He snorted, his dark expression returning momentarily. "We'll see if Cephas lets me do that."

Figuring I should probably get him off the subject of grooming, I nodded toward his brother, who was still scrambling around in the snow. "You like practicing your stealth, right? How about you try to sneak up on Felix?"

Fable blinked. "Um, okay."

Somehow, he didn't sound too confident. "You've got long fur," I reassured him, "like your mother. Felix can feel the cold much better than you can, what with his shorter fur. It won't feel quite as cold to you."

"You sure?" Fable aimed his chest at Felix and lowered himself into what looked like a Hunting Stance, like what Asteria had taught me all those moons ago.

"Sure I'm sure," I grinned. "Go get him."

Fable took a deep, steadying breath, then began to pace slowly forward, carefully lifting each paw just far enough to clear the ground and keeping his eyes fixed unwaveringly on his target. I couldn't stop myself from watching his movements carefully, wondering if maybe he could teach me how to walk silently like Phantom did.

Phantom. I growled inwardly at just the thought of him. He hadn't spoken to me in the entire quarter moon since the Celebration, instead repeating the excuse of needing to hunt for the tribe during the harsh season of Frozen-Time. I wondered if, eventually, the Avanti would insist upon his spending time with me. I wondered how awkward and tense that would be.

But it was of no use to me to dwell on his mistake. Pushing thoughts of the gray-striped tom aside, I watched as Fable pounced on Felix, who uttered a loud yowl of surprise as he was forced to the ground yet again. The two fell into a play-fight, kicking up lumps of snow. Lumi ducked to avoid one, but I wasn't as fast, catching one against my chest.

Somehow, the snow felt even colder than before. I instinctively straightened, pulling myself a few kitten-steps backward, my uninjured foreleg reaching up to swipe my fur clean. As the lump of snow slipped to the ground, it left patches of wet against my skin. Ugh.

As I watched the two tom-kits wrestle, I couldn't help but notice a certain she-kit sitting off to one side as though reluctant to join in. I edged closer to her, bending down until our eyes were on the same level. "You don't want to play-fight?" I asked.

Lumi wrinkled her nose a little. "I'd get mud and dirt all in my fur," she grumbled. "I just groomed it! And I'm not like Fable; if he gets a little bit of dirt in his fur, it won't show up. My fur's completely white, see?"

"Not completely." I twitched my whiskers at her muzzle, brushing against the single dot of pale brown visible there, like her mother's. Then, upon seeing her vaguely annoyed expression, I continued, "And you could always just groom yourself again later. You're really good at grooming yourself, right?"

Lumi sat up a little straighter. "Yeah," she meowed. "Yeah, I am." But as she blinked at her brothers, I still caught a hint of uncertainty in her green eyes.

"You won't get cold," I assured her, "not with your fur."

"Yeah, I heard you tell Fable."

Okay, so that wasn't what was still bugging her. I scoured my mind for what could possibly still be wrong, but came up with nothing. "Uh, so how about you go join in?"

"I don't like play-fighting," Lumi muttered.

What? But how could she not like play-fighting? It was just about my favorite thing to do as a kit! "Um, how come?" I asked, stunned.

"Because Felix always pulls at my fur," she complained. "And Fable always pushes me into the dirt, which weighs me down. I don't like it!"

"But you like some types of play-fighting, right? I mean, I've seen you attack your brothers before."

"Well, yes," Lumi admitted. "But that's always from on top of my rock, where they can't reach me as easily. Then I can get away from all the mud on the ground."

Ah, okay. So it wasn't that she didn't like fighting entirely, it was just that she didn't like a particular type of fighting. That made more sense. I could work with that, at least. Now, to figure out a way for Lumi to join in…

My mind drifted back to Fable's snow-flinging. "How about you and me attack those two from over here?" I suggested.

Lumi stared at me, one eyebrow raised. "We can't reach them," she pointed out. "How are we supposed to attack them if we can't reach them?"

"Oh, we can reach them. Watch this." Balancing on my hind legs, I reached forward with my good leg and scooped up a pawful of snow. "Then you aim, and…" Focusing on Fable's crouching form, I kicked forward, flinging the snow toward the two toms. It landed several pawsteps away from Felix's tail.

Lumi snorted. "You missed."

"Well, I wasn't supposed to miss," I defended myself. "I was supposed to hit them. You see, we can attack them from way over here. You don't have to get all that dirt in your fur."

"I suppose that could work," Lumi meowed thoughtfully. Reaching forward like me, she dipped one paw tentatively into the snow. Immediately, she jumped backward, twitching her foot to get rid of the white crystals. "Great Yaksha!" she squeaked, "that's cold!" Backing away, she crouched near my tail, eyes wide and wary.

"You'll get used to it," I assured her. "Come on, help me out. I can't fight your brothers all on my own!"

But Lumi shook her head and refused to go any closer.

Apparently, my plan had backfired. Maybe I couldn't figure out a way for Lumi to join in, after all. Sighing to myself, I glanced aimlessly around the cavern. My eyes fell upon Cephas, who had ventured across to the prey-pile in the corner. As I watched, he bent and picked out a particularly fluffy-tailed squirrel.

Pawsteps in the entrance tunnel indicated the return of a group of hunters. Three cats joined Cephas by the pile: Caspian, Simon, and (my stomach clenched a little) Phantom. All three carried somewhat scrawny squirrels, which they deposited on the pile.

Cephas dropped his prey by his paws and greeted the cats with slight dips of his head. As they began to disperse (Phantom grabbing what looked like a vole and heading toward a corner), he swept out his tail to block Caspian's path. The two exchanged a few words, Caspian initially looking confused but, as Cephas continued, I saw understanding gradually dawn upon his face. After a moment, Caspian nodded and, after retrieving his squirrel, Cephas led the way back over to our little group.

"Felix, Fable!" he called. "Quit playing and clean yourselves up a bit. It's time to eat."

Lumi immediately sat up, her muzzle breaking into a smile at the sight of her meal. "You got us a squirrel!" she exclaimed, bounding toward him on her toes.

"He always gets us a squirrel," Felix pointed out, shaking snow from his pelt and coming over to sit beside his sister.

"Felix, smooth down your fur at least," Avalon instructed. "You look like a hedgehog."

The gray-and-white kit grumbled under his breath but did as he was told. As Fable joined his littermates, Cephas set down the squirrel and continued on toward me, with Caspian still a few steps behind.

"Is it time for a checkup?" I asked, staring curiously at Caspian. What's he doing here?

"Not exactly," Cephas admitted. "But sort of, yes. May I see your shoulder?"

I rolled onto my side, stretching out my foreleg. Cephas quickly conducted his usual examination, testing its flexibility and asking where it hurt. Finally, he ran his paw down the length of my tail, checking for odd lumps, and nodded in satisfaction. "Everything looks normal," he meowed.

"Great." I pushed myself back upright.

"In fact," Cephas continued, and I pricked my ears curiously, "I believe it's about time you started exercising a little. You've been sitting around all day, every day, for about a quarter moon. It's unhealthy. You're losing muscle mass every single day you spend in the cavern."

My breath got caught in a muffled gasp. Was Cephas about to tell me I could leave the cavern? Could I finally stretch my legs in the forest again?

"Therefore, I've instructed Caspian to be your temporary trainer. Though you'll still stay within the camp, Caspian will oversee a few low-exertion exercises to help you regain some muscle, at least in your hind legs, for the next quarter moon or so. Once your shoulder heals enough, which should be in about a moon, we can begin with actual walking exercises." He smiled. "I'd say you'll be able to leave the cavern within the next moon, though it'll take much longer until that tail splint comes off. I definitely don't want to further damage your spine, hence we're taking it a little slower with that particular injury."

I nodded my understanding, glancing around at the cream-colored tom. I couldn't help but remember my last encounter with him, on the day of my arrival. He'd been pretty hostile toward me then. Would he, perhaps, act the same way still, or had his previous actions just stemmed from my status as an outsider?

Cephas took a step back, glancing toward Caspian. "I'll leave you two to figure out a schedule, then. Just make sure you don't put any significant strain on either her shoulder or her tail."

"Will do." Caspian winked at me and I uncertainly copied him. "We'll figure out a good training schedule, won't we?"

"Uh, yeah. Definitely." Apparently, he'd just mistrusted me before because I wasn't an Avanti. It was a little odd to see him so friendly after thinking he so strongly disliked me before.

Cephas returned to Avalon's side, his gaze drawn fondly toward his kits. They'd eaten remarkably quickly, polishing off almost the entire squirrel, leaving only a mess of bones and the untouched tail behind. As I watched, Fable pounced onto the tail, worrying it with his teeth, as Lumi batted at its unchewed end, her face a mask of concentration.

"Come with me," Caspian meowed, also glancing toward the trio. "Let's find a quieter area, or at least a place where there's no danger of tripping over any stray kittens."

"Good idea." As Caspian set off across the cavern, I balanced myself on three paws, automatically tucking my injured leg under my body, and hobbled after him.

Caspian led the way toward one of the camp's darker corners. I immediately saw the sense in this choice of location; though it would be a little harder to see, the cavern's darker sections were often much less crowded.

"Now, what exercises could you do?" he muttered to himself as we drew closer. "You're not meant to strain your shoulder or your tail, right?"

"Right."

"Well, that limits us a lot," Caspian snorted. "You need to strengthen your hind legs and only your hind legs. Hmm…" He trailed off, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "I suppose you could try learning the kicking battle moves."

"You mean like the one where you lift up both of your hind legs and kick out at an opponent?" I shook my head. "It would put too much strain on my shoulder. I'd have to balance on only one foreleg, which I'm afraid to say I can't do."

Caspian's eyes widened. "You already know that move?" he asked, visibly impressed.

I puffed out my chest, sending up a quick thank-you to Thalia for insisting on regular battle training. "Yep! I learned it a couple moons ago, actually."

"Yaksha, I wish I'd had my training sped up as much as yours." Caspian shook his head in wonder. "The number of times I begged the older Avanti to teach me something as a kit… But anyway, I suppose it isn't important right now. We need to focus on our current task.

"So most battle moves are out. Not only do you probably already know them, but they also use more areas than just your hind legs. Huh." He fell back into silence once again.

I ran through every battle move I'd ever learned, to see if there was one Caspian missed. Unfortunately, it seemed he was right. Even the ones that only used one hind leg required me to bend forward onto my forelegs. If only I didn't have to stand up to do them, I thought. Maybe then they wouldn't strain my shoulder as much.

But why do Ihaveto stand up to do those moves? I thought suddenly. "Hey, Caspian?"

"Mmm?"

"What if I lie on my back to do that kicking battle move?"

Caspian blinked. "What do you mean?"

"If I just lie on my back like this," I rolled over, extending my hind legs into the air, "I could kick at things like this."

Caspian's eyes suddenly widened. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Or, at least, almost perfect! Hold on, I've got an idea. Stay right there." He dashed off around the cavern's edge.

By turning my head and flattening my ear against the rough ground, I could watch as he darted in spurts around the wall, eyes scanning the ground. Finally, he paused long enough to clamp what looked like a large rock between his jaws, the muscles in his neck straining against its weight. But it couldn't actually be a rock, right? What would we need a rock for?

Paws heavy with his burden's added weight, Caspian padded back toward me. I blinked him into better focus and discovered that he had, in fact, fetched a rock. What in the name of Yaksha is that for?

"Perfect," Caspian grunted as he dropped the rock onto the ground. Seeing my confusion, he explained, "You probably shouldn't actually be kicking another cat. So, instead, you'll be using this rock as a weight."

"I doubt kicking a rock would do much to help," I meowed doubtfully. "That might just bruise my feet."

"No, no, not kicking it. Rather, kicking with it, I suppose. Here, let me show you." Caspian grasped the rock again and heaved it on top of my airborne hind legs. They folded down onto my belly, the rock resting against my heels. "Then you launch it at the wall. See?" Caspian grinned. "Then no one gets hurt. Or, at least, as long as you don't let it rebound onto your tail. Here." He pawed my tail carefully off to one side, out of the rock's direct path. "There. Now, try throwing it at the wall."

"But it's heavy!" I protested. "Look at how much trouble you had just picking it up!"

"Legs are stronger than necks," Caspian assured me. "Just try it, okay? If you can't hit the wall then I'll go find a lighter rock."

"Oh, fine," I grumbled. Craning my neck up to see better, I clenched my teeth and pushed the rock a kit-step above my belly, then paused to aim. I want it to hit riiiiight… there. I focused in on a thin crack extending up from the cavern floor. Then, gathering my strength, I tensed my hindquarters, drew in a deep breath, and kicked it forward with all my might.

It didn't hit my target. Instead, it crashed into the wall a tail-length below, rebounded, and came to rest about halfway to the base of my tail.

"Very good!" Caspian congratulated. "I see you haven't lost much muscle. That's good. We can work from here."

"I didn't hit my target," I pointed out. "I wanted it to go higher."

Caspian shrugged. "It's just room for improvement, right? I'd say it's good that you hit the wall at all."

"I suppose."

The cream tom stepped forward, nosing the rock over to find the best place to grab it. "Let's try it again," he meowed.

I kicked up my heels, getting myself back into position and resting my head against the ground again. "How many times are we doing this?" I asked.

"As long as it takes for you to hit your target, how about?" Caspian suggested. "Or, if that's too much to ask, until you can't throw the rock any more. We've got to get you back into shape as quickly as possible, so you can start running and fighting again. Yaksha knows we'll need your help against the Rebellion."

Except I won't be fighting for you. I'll be fightingagainstyou.For a moment, I felt a twist of guilt in the depths of my belly. Here I was, earning these cats' trust, using up their precious herbs only to turn on them the moment I was back at full strength. Somehow, it didn't feel right.

Caspian positioned the rock again on my hind legs and I pushed the thoughts aside, filling my mind instead with concentration on my current task. I needed to launch this rock high enough to hit that target, the same kink in the crack I'd aimed for the first time.

After several more tries, I realized I wasn't going to be able to hit it today. Already, my legs were tiring, and my aim had only gotten worse since my initial attempt. I groaned particularly loudly as, for the fifth time, the rock hit the wall well below that target.

"Hey, cheer up," Caspian meowed bracingly as he retrieved the rock. "You're expecting too much of yourself. Remember, you're injured, and you haven't been able to exercise at all for the past quarter moon. It's only natural that you wouldn't be up to your usual standards."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, my head falling back against the ground yet again. I just thought I could do better than this. Apparently not.

As I stared off across the cavern, my eyes fell upon another shadowed corner closer to the prey-pile. Lying there, his striped pelt blending in with the cave wall, the remains of a vole scattered before his paws, was Phantom. His dark green eyes met mine and, for once, neither of us immediately looked away, but rather held each other spellbound for a heartbeat.

The rock's weight returned to my paws and I lifted my heels to keep it from rolling off toward my tail. Across the camp, I thought I saw a flicker of movement, as though Phantom's eyebrow had lifted in an expression of skepticism.

A newfound surge of resolve entered my body and my claws came partially unsheathed, gripping the rock's surface. That's right, I shot across the cavern. I'm training. I'll get stronger and faster and quieter. You aren't training me anymore but that doesn't mean I can't become as good as you.

I'd train harder than I ever had. I'd show Phantom. Who was he to give up on me this early? I'd show him. He was wrong.

Clenching my teeth, I lifted the rock again, paused to aim, then kicked it as high into the air as I could. It hit the wall, still under my target, but much harder than before.

"Great job, Rae," Caspian grinned. "I see you've still got some stamina after all. Let's see if you can get an even louder sound out of it next time!"

Glancing up at Phantom again, I saw him still watching, though as his eyes met mine for the second time, he turned away. A shot of pride raced through me. Ha! See, Phantom? I bet you wish you were still training me now, huh? And if he didn't by now, he would soon. Lifting my head off the ground again, I stared determinedly at the wall. This time, I'll try to crack this rock in half.

I hope you enjoyed that chapter! Now on to some QOTDs:

QOTD1: If you're an American (and even if not, you can still answer, depending on how much you've heard of American politics), who do you want to win the election on Tuesday?

AOTD1: I honestly don't know, but I definitely want it to be over. I don't particularly like either candidate, and am pretty thankful that I'm not yet old enough to vote. Just FYI, I'm asking this question because I'm genuinely curious. My opinion of you won't change or anything just because of who you're voting for. I've met plenty of perfectly reasonable, smart people who are voting for Trump or Clinton. My own parents, in fact, are voting for separate people. It's part of why I can't really decide either way about how I feel about this election. Oh, and sorry if you have no idea what I'm talking about. ^^' Since I'm taking Government this year, I kind of have to know about this sort of stuff.

QOTD2: Happy belated Halloween! What did you do to celebrate?

AOTD2: I didn't do much, actually. I had an English paper due November 1, so I ended up working on that for most of the night, but since my desk is near the front door, I also got to hand out candy, which was really fun! ^^

QOTD3: Who is your favorite of the three kits so far?

AOTD3: Gosh, I don't want to bias any of you. XD But here goes: I like Fable, personally, though it's probably only because I based him largely off of a previous character I made when I was really into roleplaying. But I also adore Felix and Lumi.

I believe that concludes this chapter! Until next week ^^

~Snow